GW (5/11/1947 / Kerrville, Texas, USA)

Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

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Comments (3)

Does this poem pre-date The Outlaw Josey Wales or was the line endeavor to persevere inspired by that movie?
I stumbled upon this poem by searching a quote from 'The Outlaw Josey Wales'. I can really understand this work, it is like the anthem of both my wife's and my life. Through the struggles and pain, we both have endeavored to persevere, sharing both blessings and hardship with stubborn optimism that others find fascinating. I hope you will be pleased to know that I intend to fold up two copies of this poem to keep with our ID's. I think it will be something to remind us what we keep working towards. With appreciation.
Wow! I do like this poem. It recognizes that life is not a bed of roses but, we still have great hope in HIM. You have penned it wonderfully, the rhythm, the rhyme, it's great. Thanks Richard