Bees Poem by Angela Wybrow

Angela Wybrow

Salisbury, Wilts, UK

Bees

Rating: 4.3


Bees are messengers from up above:
Filled with goodness and with love.
Unlike wasps, they mean us no harm:
They are more friendly and have charm.

On fine, silvery wings, the bees take flight,
When the sun's warm rays are shining bright.
They collect up the pollen in their sacs,
Then, to their hives, they take it back.

They carry out their duties with a smile;
Their souls full of cheer all the while.
With keenness, they carry out their work;
Their responsibilities, they do not shirk.

Bees have such an important role to play:
We would be doomed if they died away.
Plants and flowers would cease to grow,
And supplies of foodstuffs would soon be low.

Of bees, there is no need for us to be scared;
About their work, they passionately do care.
If we leave these dedicated workers well alone,
Near to us humans, they will not dare to roam.

They will not sting us, unless they're provoked,
For them, using their sting is certainly no joke.
If a bee ever stings you, you may well cry,
But the poor old bee, well, it would then die.

Unlike wasps, bees are not considered pests,
Even though they are very similarly dressed.
Bees are really fabulous, bees are really brill:
A bee, you should never ever, on purpose, kill.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 04 August 2013

Bees are really fabulous, bees are really brill: A bee, you should never ever, on purpose, kill. Yes, bees are beautiful, the busy bees! They give us honey, a wholesome ingredient of our growth.

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Linda May Fox 28 September 2012

I like this poem. You have identified that bees are good and wasps are not. You have written it well too.

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