Honey Bees

Honey Bees Honey Beesl They're all the peace a body sees. Changes in big and little ways, In what he buys and what he pays, Naught may abide, these latter days Naught but honey bees. The Good Book, I got hit down for another look. They follered bees in the Promised Land, You read of honey on every hand; Samson riddled a quare bee-stand In tile Good Book. An' thar's Rome, — My grandson brings his Virgil homeHeathens , but they knew bees right well, Cur'ouser tricks I ne'er heard tell. 'Stuck to bees, she mightn't have fell, Pore old Rome! Nowadays The bees still hold to ancient ways. Linn or clover or poplar tree. Hit's all the same to the honey bee, Here in the hills or across the sea, Always. — Ann Cobb 3 ...