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F is for Found Poetry. I love doing found poetry. It’s just a matter of finding the right words and putting them together with line breaks. Word play, play with words. In the Daily Iberian, a huge photograph caught my eye: A swarm of bees happening down on Main Street right in front of my church, The Episcopal Church of the Epiphany. Do you know about bee swarms? For the full article, click here.
Robin shares a found poem using song lyrics on her blog, Teaching Tomorrow’s Leaders.
Swarms of bees
buzz in city streets,
prime time for roving.Scouts looking,
a ball of bee-bodies
flock to the queen.Killing is a detriment
To the dwindling population,
not to mention, a sticky situation.In a suit of helmet and veil,
cool pine smoke flushes,
will calm and numb pheromones.
More bees are moving
to the concrete city,
Don’t eradicate,
relocate.
Reflections on the Teche 