One Spoon Poem by Herbs 'n Planz

One Spoon



Flowers sent by memories
Tastings scent my tree,
God make us into honeybees
then you can fly to me.

I am building us a nest
made of gum tree leaves
it is facing due Northwest
with its mossy eaves.

Would you signal your approach
I will heat the stew
caterpillar, mixed with roach
and one spoon (you knew!) .

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