British Bee I Love Thee
Once I met a British Bee.
It was the finest thing I ever did see.
Most Bee’s I’d met liked fizzy pop.
They buzzed around and would never stop.
This one for sure, is British you see.
Because he landed on my cup of tea.
Sorry about that, my poetry is lacking in so many ways and it is not what you would really call an Ode, but hey, it sounded like a good title.
A bit of fun, is all.
Recently I asked an online blogging friend to send me a picture she had taken in her garden. I had offered to do a drawing because the photo’s she captures are all things nature. Beautiful minuscule moments from her part of the world. Christine lives far away in England. My daughter and I would talk about our British Bee as I sketched away and sing a silly song.
Oh British Bee, Oh British Bee I wonder if you’d like a cup of tea?
Now Christine writes poetry, not cheesy stuff like mine. Good poetry and she also takes amazing photos from her garden. Christine played her part in re-naming my picture book to (Sugar and Spice) and so a random act of art was my way of saying THANK YOU Christine.
Please visit her world and say hello from me. http://journeyintopoetry.wordpress.com/2014/08/08/safe/ this is one of my favourite poems from Christine.
Once you visit, you will connect with a special woman. I am in awe of her courage and gorgeous words.
To Christine, your bee will be coming to you soon xxx. I hope he puts some sunshine in your day, especially when you are having a challenging one. Know that I think you are an amazing person and I am glad we connected across the sea.
Good day to you all, Random Acts of Art may return another day, depending on who or what inspires the artist in me next.