Shift Change Poem by Saiom Shriver

Shift Change



Bees hurry home to their fellows
as the sunset shift bell rings.
The air is quieter... cooler.
Now eve stars into view swing.

Sunday, May 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: bees,home,sunset
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