Poetry Friday: Bees

I love spring. The sun, the flowers, the way everything turns green again. The world goes from shades of brown and gray to a patchwork of brilliant color, teeming with life. This was inspired by an event that took place last spring. I hope not to experience it again.

Bees

I found a bee,

and then another...

then I saw some more.

Mommy and I

counted them...

they came to ninety-four.

Most lay dead,

a few still dying...

all along the walk.

And in a nearby garden,

we could hear

some people talk.

'Bout how the flowers

looked so nice,

not one leaf had a hole.

But they never said a word

about the lives

their garden stole.

© 2010 Alison Pearce Stevens

Today's Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Laura at Writing the World for Kids.

Enjoy a wonderful weekend, everyone!