Here is a whimsical verse I thought of when I considered the mortality of bees. Hope you enjoy!

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While walking in the woods one day,
I looked down to see
A flower growing aslant the path
Adorned with a bee.
I noticed a petal misaligned,
And very queerly hung,
And bent to pluck it from the plant;
Recoiling, I was stung!
The bee fell to the ground,
Sacrificing it’s life,
For the solitary vegetation
To which I meant no harm or strife.


(c) 2010, Life Through My Eyes; A Collection Of Poems, by John T. M. Herres


I am a fiction writer;

A creator of larger-than-life heroes of ages gone by;
Great wizards tainted, and those who resist them;

War between interstellar travelers, both on this planet and far away;
Alien races intent on the annihilation of any being not their own,
and weaker ones in need of a savior- as well as the One who becomes their savior.

Clashes with bad people and dangerous places, where only one can survive.

When you get to my writing, sit back, hold on, and enjoy the ride!