'Mom! There's a bee in the house! '
announced the six-year-old.
'Step on it! ' called the four-year-old.
'No way! Bees are useful.
I'm going to rescue it.'
He and his eight-year-old brother
devised a clever plan.
A glass from the kitchen became the trap.
Inverted, it was placed over the bee
as it was crawling on the carpet.
Next, a sheet of paper was cautiously inserted
between the glass and the carpet, taking care
not to injure the bee in the process.
In admiration I watched my grandsons
as they cooperated in this joint effort
to rescue one of God's little creatures.
Holding the paper tightly against the glass,
the oldest brother of the three
tenderly transported the bee
to the back deck, where it was released
and promptly gobbled up by the family dog.
I have just discovered that in the version of the poem printed in the Mississippi Poetry Journal, they have left out the fourth stanza! They messed up one of my poems in their journal the year before, also.
What a fun poem! ! ! What a good story too, you told it very well! I remember when I was younger how, my siblings and I would rescue bees just like how your grandsons did! Thank you so much for sharing this, Kim! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem! Your grandsons are kind hearted and their rescue effort is praiseworthy.But what an irony! The rescued bee was gobbled up by the family dog making their efforts go vain.