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Honeypot Of Gold
 
Oh, lucky, lucky me
I climbed a maple tree
And, found a sacred bee
Making honey; just for me.

Omnipotent and gold breaking free of shadow
Supreme Being you are an eternal summer star
You light the way that I and others must follow
That I and that lonelier moon with her guitar

Will shadow, Supreme Being with a golden-sitar
You light the way, and all is, bathed in ash and fire
Ah, oceans, rise, rise, rise, rise and, I am, baptised.

Supreme Being your warmth is a deep, deep magnifier
You light the way so that others feel galvanised
Just by your touch, more, and more humanised.

Oh, lucky, lucky me
I climbed a maple tree
And, found a sacred bee
Making honey; just for me.


Summer is almost here challenge

By Mark Heathcote

© 2018 Mark Heathcote (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Summer is almost here (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Summer is almost here (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Summer is almost here (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Summer is almost here (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Summer is almost here (challenge has been closed)


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