The Royalist

Summer Day

The ice-cream van airs out a merry chime
I buy my sundae and bask in the summertime
On a deckchair I recline
My ear hears the sound of a whirring whine
From my vantage point I survey the landscape
A wooded garden guarded by a metal gate
Flowers are alive of every colour and shape
The intruder has no intention of escape

I see the bee but does it see me?
It looks busy
Or is it having fun
Rushing about in the sun?
I know next to nothing about bees
When all’s told
But I know when I see one
All’s well in the world

Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 26, 2011

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