While sitting in my garden.

by Bobby M.Peter   May 11, 2020


A pretty blue bird flits
From tree to tree;
plucks a ripe cherry.
A thirsty bee wanders
there,
drank a bit of honey.
A little green bird above
Soars from earth to sky,
kissed the clouds above!
And i write all this
while sitting in my garden.

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  • 3 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    This reminds me how much I love sitting out in my own garden and how much nicer it has been since lock down as traffic noise has reduced and birds seem much more prevalent.

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Sounds like a lovely place to be. A warm welcome to the site,

    Ben

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