Then the Bees Came
by Wesley D. Sims

Luck or charm? Who knows why
that day honeybees came to him.
The odd fact is he didn’t try;
maybe they sensed his way with them.
Found them in a beech in the woods not far.
A few hung on the container’s side.
Grandpa stole their honey in a Mason jar
and didn’t know they hitched a ride.
He hurried with his booty in a careful jog.
In beaming sun it soon got warm.
Set it down at home by a hollow log.
Then the bees came in a noisy swarm
and settled in the hollow wood.
Repeat his act? Don’t think I could.



 

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