A Sting In The Tale
A Sting In The Tale
The throbbing drone
borne upon a summer breeze,
that moves the grass gently
and whispers through the trees.
The honeycomb
dribbles onto plates at high teas.
We take for granted
simple pleasures such as these.
From the mountain pastures
to the shores of tranquil seas,
they bob and weave and buzz
on their busy working sprees.
To the flower’s lock
they are natures keys,
spreading the pollen.
Hooped intricacies.
Yet the pesticides we use
harm them by degrees
and blood sucking parasites
drain them as they please.
Man will not survive
unless the world decrees
that we must do all we can
to save the humble bees
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Fri 23rd Nov 2018 15:07
Poets against CAB
Crimes Against Bees!
God help them and all of us the Global roll out 5G is in full swing!
I love this poem... MORE!
Great job Ian
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