TO A MENTOR

           


    First note the scholar bee
        who finds relief when she performs
            the formal dance. 
    She must ignore the hue and scent
        of every leaf.
    Her quest is just to find
        the golden dust.
    Then there's the critic bee
        who builds the hive.
            The coffer's lucre
                never her attracts.
        She only takes enough
            to keep alive,
        For her clan works
            the wondrous scheme of wax.
   
    Within our academic hive
        I seem a lazy drone
            who never will succeed.
    I roam and scan. 
        I taste and hum and dream.
    But honeyed psalms
        can fill each empty cell.
    Dear Queen of Bees,
        feed me your sacred mead
            And with each sip
                the songs in me shall swell.



 

Reviews

[thecoolone52]

nice vocabulary i like the double meaning theme.......... with teachers and someone who helps people out... like big brothers or something.......... anyway good job