Where the Bumbles Bounce

I meander the winding pebble path where the bumbles bounce . . . holding back my sorrow and wrath, for my beloved lay in eternal peace; among bird songs that never cease. A place of tears and grief alive with life, oh, still I feel the pain- the knife; where the bumbles bounce . . . among the stone grave markers jewels bloom, on many a plot, monument and tomb. My love is deep- my sadness is deeper, was not ready for that dark reaper; oh, so quiet, secluded and serene, where the bumbles bounce . . . in this garden of death and green. I see a butterfly and dragon fly, and sparrows flutter from trees high; quick, a squirrel, chipmunk and shy raccoon, and now a song of love- I croon, where the bumbles bounce . . . ________________________ September 4, 2019 Poetry/Rhyme/Where The Bumbles Bounce Copyright Protected, ID 19-1178-300-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.