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Natural Gifts   (click here for sample poem)
 

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Sample poem (p. 14):

To an Old, Dear Friend

O honeybee, the first I've seen
this sudden spring now barely green:
drink deep from nectar's uncapped wells;
spread dust of life among fresh smells
crisscrossing wakened woods and fields;
claim virgin blooms young April yields.
Show once again the sacred art
you and your busy kin made part
forever of the world I know,
which soon with green will overflow.
Remind me that I stand on Earth
and not above it, for man's worth
requires full lives of countless flowers
you're born to breed with swift, sure powers.
Teach me anew, if I forget
at times this dear, longstanding debt,
how much it means not to be free,
but useful as the honeybee.