Drowsing forth a prosy song

 

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Photos by Richard Fogg

Little chemic-artisan,

Doing work no other can,

Deep in dewy nectaries,

Petal-walled refectories–

Apple-blossom, columbine,

Rose and lily, all are thine,

Yet, though oft thy weight they bear,

Dost thou know how they are fair?

What’s a lily? What’s a rose?

Down the golden lane he goes,

Drowsing forth a prosy song,

“Honey! Honey!” all day long.

~ Arthur Guiterman