A POEM: The Wild Bees


"After the pioneers --Big-hearted, big-handed lords of the axe and the plow and the rifle, Tan-faced tamers of horses and lands, themselves remaining tameless Full of fighting, labour, and romance, lovers of rude adventure, After the pioneers have cleared the way to their homes and graves on the prairies: You, the children who followed the wild bees, You, the children who of those who served the lone star, Now that the hives are full and the star is fixed in the constellation, I know that the best of you are still lovers of sweetness and light!"

-the wild bees, a poem about Texas. By Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933)