A đ Bee Day?
Is there such a thing
as a đ Bee Day?
A day when the humble đ bee
is treated like royalty?
If not, there should đ be:.
And today is that day
the twentieth of May
when every đ bee has its day.
Heaving and hoeing;
Going to Australia,
Row boys row, tie the man down
as the fair maid of Zennor
parades through the town;
Keel the haul,
onan hag oll
.
Ny wonn vy
What half of that means
nor the other half,
to be honest
as I am –
even though
I have Cornish
in my genes.
.
.
.
Translation:
onan hag oll: one and all (the Cornish motto)
Ny wonn vy: I donât know
Imbued ,
as I am,
with the sun, the sea,
âandâ the sand;
I sense a quiet
tranquility
almost within reach.
.
The beach, soft underfoot,
attracts my step,
and from there
I blur
the thin line between
sea and shore –
Soaking up the one,
having momentarily
forsaken the other –
still, I endure.
.
In Bude,
as I am,
upon a summery spring day
I reflect upon the merry
month
of come what May.
.
In Bude,
as I am,
I currently have the time
to stop
and construct
this rhyme.
Yes, my vision is super –
I am watched over all of the time,
by a person, known in rhyme,
as my super visor, Igor.
He likes to climb mountains,
his favourite…?
Of course, itâs the Eiger.
And, whilst we are mentioning mountains,
let us not forget
yet
that there are also fountains in the world.
Just one letter can make a difference
between a sock
and a hard place.
I did a handstand
at the abandoned bandstand
just they other day.
.
No band had recently played there,
no tuba, drum or cello:
not a viola, nor a clarinet,
or cor anglais so mellow.
..
Anyway, a handstand was achieved,
with no one there but me,
and just the distant echoes
of a bandstand band to see.
The wild flowers were livid;
they were all of a tizz;
because someone had told them,
that, âPedigree is the bizz.â
.
âWe are as good as them,
if not better!â they cried.
âWe can grow in places,
where theyâve wilted and died.
.
We look as pretty
as any fine flora,
have you seen how we flourish,
we have many an adorer.â
.
âA weed has never won
at the Chelsea Flower Show;
and from your lowly status,
you canât expect to grow.â
.
At this, the weeds became
even more livid,
and brought in a cousin,
âIntroducing our Triffid!â
.
There was no contest,
weeds came out on top,
but itâs a shame that the Triffid
didnât know when to stop.
Feet firmly footed
planted upon the earth,
I watch the birds at play,
breakfasting, competing,
and it brings me such mirth.
.
You have to smile at their antics,
the way they swoop and swerve,
perched or poised to swirl aloft,
with instant take-off, landing soft.
.
Two male blackbirds compete for love;
the coos of communication from dove to dove;
twittering, tweeting, chirps of joy,
or just of greeting. âAhoy! Ahoy!â
.
For thirty minutes in the garden
is something for which
I beg no pardon,
and worth much more than time can tell.
An inquisitive bee
enquired of me
âWhat is it like
to sail the sea?â
.
I thought a while,
and then replied,
itâs a lovely life,
the sea to ride,
.
upon a boat,
that stays afloat,
and doesnât sink at all.
.
Why do you ask?
Do you feel the call?â
.
The bee
looked at me,
and said,
âWhy is the sky blue?
and where do Rainbows come from?â
.
âWhat is a quoit?
Where is Nepal?â
And then it took flight
out of my sight,
with neâer an answer at all.
A monkey was puzzling over a tree
âThis tree has got the puzzle of me!â
said the monkey.
âI donât know what itâs supposed to be,
and why somebody would name it
after meâŠ
and a puzzle.â
There was a cricket
upon the wicket,
and, being of a kind nature,
they paused the game
to remove it
to a safe place
from which to watch.
Graeme Sandford 