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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Sweet to the Taste (08/23/12)

TITLE: Working Together
By darlene thompson
08/29/12


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My father worked with many

projects on our farm. He planted

several crops but always make

certain he kept an acre or two of

alfalfa and clover. My mother

planted a flower garden with

numerous nectar growing gems.

It was an easy transition

for the bees to take pollen from

the flowers, clover and alfalfa

and spin them into amber gold. We

never wanted for honey in our home.

My father had between three and

five hives each year. He was a mystery

to me when he donned his screened hood,

leather gloves, heavy jacket with

sleeves tied down, thick denim pants

wrapped with rubber bands at the end of

his pant legs, and steel-toed boots.

He carried a smoker in his hand that

looked like a big tea kettle about to

blaze. His attire seemed as if he came

from outer space.

I watched him slowly move toward

the hives, squeezing puffs of smoke at

the bees. As the smoke grew, the bees

swarmed less and less. Soon my father

reached his gloved hand into their

hives. He filled his bucket with honey

and honeycomb.

In the meantime, my mother had

baked fluffy hot biscuits. As we sat

down to dinner, the fresh honey

dripped slowly down the biscuits. The

honey was sweet to the taste. The bees

had created a marvelous delicacy from

my father's crops and my mother

flowers. My family and the bees were

copasetic in their efforts with the

gifts they gave to each other.


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CD Swanson 08/31/12
sweet message and lovely poem. I enjoyed it.
thanks. God bless~
Mildred Sheldon08/31/12
A beautiful poem and the title fit it perfectly. I enjoyed this thoroughly. Thanks for sharing and God bless.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/03/12
This sounds like a delicious treat. I've been on a rice cake and honey kick for awhile now but fresh biscuits and honey sound great too.
Theresa Santy 09/05/12
What a wonderful expression of memory. Your words and phrasing were as smooth and comforting as the story. I loved this particular phrase:

"the bees to take pollen from

the flowers, clover and alfalfa

and spin them into amber gold."

Now, I'm craving homemade biscuits and honey!