Honey Honey Honey

A random post with poems and thoughts and story's and pictures... Theme: Honey

The Pedigree of Honey ~ Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
(wow, thats a thought. You cant afford to be picky; Just be thankful for what you have and enjoy it)

Mackenzie
My little sister Mackenzie (age 5) knows a secret... well I guess it's not really a secret, but in one side of our oven (a very old fashion oven) that we don't use, my mom keeps a gallon of honey. We keep it there so it stays soft (otherwise it crystallizes). Anyway, Mackenzie knows it's there and often you can see her sneak the oven open to savor a sweet, sticky, golden fingerful of honey.


Peas
I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes my peas taste funny
But it keeps them on my knife





Where is my Honey? ~ A Whinny the Pooh Poem
It's very, very funny,
'Cos I know I had some honey;
'Cos it had a label on,
Saying HUNNY.
A goloptious full-up pot too,
And I don't know where it's got to,
No, I don't know where it's gone-
Well, it's funny.

More From Pooh (as he climbs a tree)
It's a very funny thought
that, if Bears were Bees
They'd build their nests at the bottom of trees
And that being so (if Bees were Bears)
We shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs.