Ode to Colm Hanley
I know a Golden Bumblebee,
Who speaks a thousand words -
Where sun is bleached and joys’ not free,
With hum he raises birds.
With every flower that he sprouts,
And every bee he meets -
His nectar nurtures any draughts,
And sticks to souls like sweets!
And when the blossoms bloom anew,
And colours fill my sea -
I’m glad, I knew, in our pursue,
A Golden Bumblebee.