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Francis Ferde
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CANADA GEESE
Bold migrants’ autumn exodus,
leaving Pembrokeshire’s hedged fields
in hope of open land’s dominion,
an impulse shared, through centuries,
in tough seasons, by labouring families.
The heart, the hearth, St. David’s head
undulates, cathedral in its hollow,
and is green. But the families, seeing only
a calendar of crusted provender,
saw too the hope of big and reaching skies,
the temptation of elsewhere.
BEES
Boyhood and bees.
Being stung, yes. Several times. Painful.
Later, knew several bee-keepers, and once
a friend was stung by an angry swarm
and nearly died. Temperature 105.
Biology came next, in Pooley’s lab,
the learning about the honey gatherers.
Poetry then, the mystical thing,
John Keats’ murmurous haunt
(which was flies, I know, not bees,
but it’s the ambience we felt for).
The memory of summer teens,
cycling down to the beaches,
past hedges’ banks piled high
with August odours, sounds of bees,
the promise of seventeen and health
and the girls waiting.
A lot of myth to recollect.
Got stung a few times too.
Robert Nisbet, Haverfordwest, Wales, UK