a honeybee and her happy life swing and swirl in nature’s ride lick and lift the nectar of flowers feel and fight with toxic powers drain and drop a sweet viscous present a precious heaven liquor. © Hifsa Ashraf  

The Bluebell – Recommended Poem


A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

Two Tramps in Mud Time – Recommended Poem

Creative Commons - Phil Roeder 

Out of the mud two strangers came 
And caught me splitting wood in the yard, 
And one of them put me off my aim 
By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!” 
I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind 
And let the other go on a way. 
I knew pretty well what he had in mind: 
He wanted to take my job for pay.