Bee

************************************** Sun-warmed in this late season’s grace under the autumn’s gentlest sky we walked, and froze half-through a pace. The great black snake went reeling by. Head-down, tongue-flickering on the trail he quested through the parting grass; sun glazed his curves of diamond scale and we lost breath to watch him pass. What track he followed, what small food fled living from his fierce intent, we scarcely thought; still as we stood our eyes went with him as he went. Cold, dark and splendid he was gone into the grass that hid his prey . We took a deeper breath of day, looked at each other, and went on.

Opportunity When Mrs Gorm (Aunt Eloise) was stung to death by savage bees Her husband (Pebendary Gorm) put on his veil, and took the swarm He's publishing a book next May on 'How to make bee-keeping pay' Harry Graham 1874-1936 __________________

Youth, Day, Old Age and Night ___________________________________ Youth, large, lusty, loving-youth full of grace, force, fascination, Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination? Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness. ________________________________________________________________ by: Walt Whitman