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A Bee at Work

Updated on August 18, 2013
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I scanned the bushes with their blooms

And found a bee with hovering errand.


I saw it crawl within a bloom

And took its picture while it worked,


Its body buried in the field

Of pollen harvest. Pistil has


The stuff it's looking for--among

The stigmas, styles and stamens with


A patience, most determined, it

Prevails in nectar and in dust--


The pollen on its body, such

A harvest for the hive---such proof


Of its being qualified to teach

The sluggard like the ant to work.


Its stinger is well-known to me,

Not that but other stinger got


Me good--at Gettysburg a young

Boy casualty--I stuck my hand


In cannon's mouth and found out what

Was hiding there. Beware the bore


Of each gun lined up there--attack

By bee or wasp outlives the old


Artillery with solid shot

Or grape or cannister--I learned


How stingers hurt. So let it work

And take its picture if you will.


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