The Bee Hive : Rannaicheacht Ghairid

The bee hive,

a miracle of strive,

unsurpassed hardwork sublimed,

excellent paradigm live.

Buzzing bees,

dance, hum, ruffle with ease,

gather pollen, drink sap,

fly high, wings flap in breeze.

Amber juice,

the sweet  fruit of produce,

distilled, luscious , pure,

flavour of demure exudes.

The bees thrive,

in adverse conditions survive,

their abode -  the protector,

honey collector, the bee hive.

A Poem for my daughter!

Rannaicheacht Ghairid (ron-a'yach cha'r-rid): Irish poetry form having quatrain stanzas with uneven lines. The first line has three syllables, the other three have seven. The stanza rhymes a a b a, with a cross-rhyme between three and four and the opening word or phrase or line is also included at the end (to end where it began)

A x a

x x x x x x a

x x x x x x b

x x b x x x A