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Under A Bees Nest
What are you doing sitting
Under a bees nest,
Eating my breakfast,
Aren’t you afraid that
You might get stung,
No I replied,
What are the bees doing,
Delivering nectar, raising
Young bees,
The bees are hanging
Upside down,
Perhaps we are the ones
Upside down,
Papa, I am going inside,
I will see you later.
I wondered, was she thinking
About bees and perspective
As she walked away,
This young girl
Now in grade three,
Who used to draw pictures
Of things no one else
Could see,
Is she so well schooled
Knows what’s been taught,
Wonder and reality
No longer gives it a thought.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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