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In the Company of Bees

Some poets write no lines at all,
Making stanzas instead of their
Mornings, their eyes rhyming
With the shimmering dew
Of waking meadows
They sail silently, reverently,
In the company of bees.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.