Poetry Friday is being hosted this week at Author Amok . Thanks to Laura for hosting!
A week ago last Sunday we had multiple hummingbird sightings in our yard (which was far, far nicer than flood water last Sunday).
I dug out a children's poem I wrote a few years ago, while staying at my sister's house during her battle with cancer -- it is a fond memory.
HUMMINGBIRD
by James Danielson
Hummingbird, hummingbird
Beak black and long
If I could get close
Would your wings sing a song?
Hummingbird, hummingbird
Throat painted red
You spot a sweet meal
In my flowering bed.
Hummingbird, hummingbird
Back shines so green
Bees scare you away
I think they're so mean.
Hummingbird, hummingbird
High in the tree
You need more to eat
So come fly back by me.
by James Danielson
Hummingbird, hummingbird
Beak black and long
If I could get close
Would your wings sing a song?
Hummingbird, hummingbird
Throat painted red
You spot a sweet meal
In my flowering bed.
Hummingbird, hummingbird
Back shines so green
Bees scare you away
I think they're so mean.
Hummingbird, hummingbird
High in the tree
You need more to eat
So come fly back by me.
4 comments:
Very touching!
And I am happy it rhymes. I'm all about the rhyme.
I love it, Jim! Thanks for posting it for us :)
That is lovely! Thank you for sharing!
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