Honey, a poem


In the field the grasses swayed,

A trail along the path we take,

A distant bark from across the road,

A honeybee we are to seek.


In the hive we carefully look,

A queen among her subjects,

Sweetness drips from every end,

Honey is our mission.


This is my first real attempt at poetry, so go easy on me. I’d love to hear your thoughts however, be they good or bad.



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