Early Sunday morning
With camera in my hand.
I went into the garden.
Without a special plan.
Then I saw a bumblebee
Landing on 'Dainty Bess'.
She stomped thru the stamens.
Not daintily - I must confess.
Canada was the next stop.
'William Baffin' was the pick.
She explored the deep pink ones.
The pollen here was thick.
Then off to 'Belle Story'.
Like beauty and the beast.
I'm sure that Mr. Austin knows
That these were quite a feast.
Her legs were getting heavy.
But her journey was not complete.
She headed clear across the yard.
It was really quite a feat.
When she landed on 'Applejack'
The rose swung to and fro.
And nearly bucked her off.
A wee bit of nectar, just a sip to go.
Then she stumbled off the petals.
Her legs swinging back and forth.
Over the fence she headed.
Straight off toward the north.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
