Honey

My Wilderness

Honey

Honey

In an unknown garden out there,

where butterflies and bees meet,

fluttering in the summer air,

to gather nectar raw and sweet.

Bees turn the nectar into honey,

every bit , none they spoil.

Men sell their honey for money;

and the bees busily boil.

For whom do they labour

for whom do they toil?

Aggie

She

She listens, gives them no reply
and starts to cry.
Her eyes reveal
a fear so real.
She seems afraid of string guitar
inside red car
and is prepared
for life not spared.
Beneath their stares ,she tells her tale
with face so pale
and senses need
for rest indeed .

Aggie

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Plant A Tree
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Aggie

Plant a tree?
Yes, for shade
on a hot day.
Ha! Then I'll plant one too.
It's nice.
We bring along a hoe
and a bottle of water.
The ground's soft , just after rain.
The task is easily done.
The sun's getting hot, shall
we sit in the shade?
I say I don't mind.
We talk , a bottle of
water between us,
about Joe's garden and Jack's horse.
Yes, there I'll start my garden of herbs
for medicine values , and I'll sell
the herbs for pot s and pots of money.
I'll plant and tend and reap myself
Ree says he'll help..
I say I don't mind.
Planting trees can be a
nice experience.
And we have planted two trees.
Aggie

SILENCE

I come out of my house
to escape heat that
stifles me ,
chokes dreams.

I'm through with music.
Melody's been my life ?

I'm through with writing,
my pen, a dusty rod.

I need silence..
Serenity tours North Pole !

My world's filled with noise,
pollution of modern world.

I take to the street ,
both hands on my ears.

But disquiet follows me.
I cannot shake it off !

I must go to the mountains
I must go to-day!

Up the mountains,
air , a cooling hand,
views catch eyes !

I start singing a song
a song of silence,
every note!