I Should Have Listened Better!
When I was a child we had a honeysuckle bush climbing up an arch.
Oh how I loved honeysuckle and checked on it in early March.
I couldn’t wait for it to bloom so I could get my special treat.
Nothing discouraged me, not even a bee sting in my seat.
Oh, I was stung many times but the pain went away real quick,
When I would get that honeysuckle and take a giant lick.
My Dad dared me to stay away or he would chop it down.
But that didn’t discourage me, as I licked it on the ground.
The honeysuckle bush always seemed to call my name.
And off I’d run to get some like some sort of a silly game.
Then one day when I came home, I noticed it wasn’t there.
My daddy chopped it down like he promised in his dare.
From that day to this, I’ve haven’t tasted that nectar since.
And every other kind of bush makes my taste buds wince.
Oh, how I miss that honeysuckle I loved when I was small.
I should have listened better then, for now I have none at all.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Charlie has a short story about it in her den. :~)
Cryssa
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A very thought-provoking piece!!!
Sandie Angel :o)