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(for Gin Petty)
Nature’s Wisest
The humble bumble bee returned at once
To his favorite flower,
Seeking for his Queen to be
In his romantic bower.
Alas he found no lass at all,
Just a broken petal;
So he turned and flew away,
Put petal to the metal.
The moral of this hasty tale:
Beware the sharpened stinger,
Especially when your honey leaves
You with a bruised humdinger!
The Bee’s Den Mark!
Or Heigh Ho the Hive!
“Two bees or none!” cried Hamlet,
Pounding on the small hive door.
“Off with his head!” yelled the surley Qunen,
“Before he asks for four!”
Hamlet drew his bright broad sword;
A snickersnee from his weapons’ hoard.
He called for some jam and he called for some tea
But alas for Hamlet it was not to be!
The surley Queen in her elegant pride,
Crossed her eyes and nearly died:
“Tell that idiot pounding at the gate
Either to be gone or become my mate!”
All the drones in the sweet honey hive
Knew how to be in order to thrive;
Each drew his stinger and staged a coup,
Leaving Hamlet behind with nothing to do.
With Gravity
Rain falls,
Fires rise;
With gravity
All is surprise.
Rolling waves rise and fall.
Winds blow softly across the seas;
Clouds drift slowly across the sky,
Sap rises in the dark wood trees
That whisper deep down earthy thoughts.
Daffodils push upwards daily,
While startled deer frolic gaily.
With gravity.
God the Father loves the Son,
The Holy Spirit three in one;
The hidden Word each thing creates,
While Adam sees and celebrates.
Thus was Eden before the Fall;
Eve thought then she knew it all,
Gave Adam the fruit; and he did eat!
Bitter fruit that came with heat:
Cherubim with swords of fire
Guard well the Gate and never tire.
With Gravity .
