Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Bee

Can I just say that this is one of the reasons why I love working at home? I love taking 10 minute breaks in which I grab my camera and see what kind of shots I can get. I usually only have 10 minutes because Dan the (Slave Driver) Man is usually waiting on me to go do something like irrigate or move cattle!

Please click on the photos to enjoy a full screen view of them,
hit your browers back button to return to the blog. Thanks!

Just look at all that pollen this guy has collected!

The Bee
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

No comments:

Post a Comment