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THE HUMMINGBIRDS
When warm days come to bless our fields,
And gray skies are no more -
Once blooming trees have now set fruit,
As Robins, in the garden, explore.
I enjoy many moments in the glider,
Under a plum tree thick for shade -
I watch the Purple Martins return,
As other birds plan nests to be made.
The Sparrows are chirping and chattering,
As a mate they carefully choose -
They're on the ground! --- Up in the trees!
Like children, they delight and amuse.
Then the Finches fly in all a'flutter,
As thick as grass on the hills -
You stare for a moment, as they turn the slope,
The color of the yellow daffodils.
SUDDENLY, I heard a commotion.
What WAS that sound I heard?
Around the feeder; there's two ... No three!
My word! It's the Hummingbirds!
Tiny bodies of color and beauty,
Their wings we never see.
They are ever moving, so fast in flight,
A sudden movement, and off they flee.
Such a treasure to sit still and watch them,
At the time their arrival occurred.
A beauty no human can copy,
Is that, of the lovely Hummingbird.
Jay Cee ~~
March 16, 2001©
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Lounge and make some new
friends.
Shoulders Links
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Netta's Favorite
Hummer Links
Other yet just as noteworthy
Links
(Netta's friends)
Kay
Berni
Corinne Bunny
Helpful Research Places
The Gleaner
Henderson Tourist
Commission
Henderson
Downtown Project
 
 
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