Bee Riders
Bee Riders
At dawn out of a Summer sky
Bee riders they come flying by.
Their hair is gold and red and brown,
Underneath a golden crown.
They’re here to drink the flowery dew
And not to dance along with you.
So better now go back to sleep
When round your garden bees do creep
In and out of flower heads,
Best remain within your beds.
Bee riders love to fly their bees
From flower to flowers, tree to trees.
They fly the long hot Summer day
And then they sleep the night away
All wrapped up in down of bees
In hives near magic Rowan trees.
But if they come in dead of night,
Hungry from their daily flight,
Feed them well with food and wine
And hold them tight till morning time
Will wake them, for their bees will sound
Another day to fly around
The flower petals and the trees
And join the songs of sister bees.
They sing their songs when sun is out,
To sister bees you’ll hear them shout,
Home, to make our honey sweet
For all our little friends to eat.
The long hot days are what they know.
They hide from winter winds and snow
So simply sit and watch them fly,
Bee riders who come drifting by.
Copywrite David Anson.
