The Bee

The Bee prose poem

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One summers day in mid-July, I sauntered down a rocky path, secluded and forbidding;
the trees and vines were on all sides, entangled, strong, and hidden;
I trudged along the darkened path with fear for one full hour,
with help, of course, from filtered light shone down into the bower;
not knowing where the path would lead my thoughts all turned to leaving,
when all at once the darkness left and sunlight came down streaming;
the trees were gone and in their place were flowers everywhere;
at left, at right, way down the road, a paradise with flair;
and then I heard a buzzing sound and turned around to see,
a gorgeous sight of color rich, a flower and a bee;
his wings were moving at great speed in sunshine bright and blazing,
with yellow colors mixed with white, it really was amazing
I stood transfixed and mystified, and moved a little closer;
it didn’t phase him in the least to have an interloper;
when all the garden work that he had done was finally finished,
he took to flight and flew towards me with buzzing undiminished;
he circled round my head three times and never did I cower,
then off he flew into the breeze , to find another flower.
Entranced and dazed and mystified, with tears upon my face,
I headed back to home, renewed, refreshed, and in a state of grace.

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Warren P Padla

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majored in journalism at NYU in the 50s; received my masters in business from there and worked for Equitable Life in NY for many years. When retired entered antique business and real estate; retired to Massachusetts and Florida; currently do a lot of volunteer work. Friends forced me into poetry due to much writing I had sent to them over the years. So I joined High On Poems. the end, warren
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The wonderful story of a bee:) It got me engrossed and I really found it an interesting read!

Mario S. C. Tall

Very creative. Loved it and enjoyed reading it..

Lynda Talluto
Lynda Talluto

Warren is a great poet..I love his works..
Another..another please😘❤️


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