HUMMING BIRD
The humming bird flits it’s
wings, poor humming bird
can’t even sing, it flits to
flowers here and there, so
fast it’s flitting everywhere.
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They are so tiny, so sublime,
you hardly see them there so
fine. I love to see them tweet
the flowers, I could watch
the humming bird for hours.
Jeanie Boyette 10/22/12
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever. (Isaiah 40:8 KJV)
This poem was written by Jeanie Boyette several years ago. She recently joined our church and found out she likes to write poetry. When I asked if she had ever written about birds, this is the one she showed me. So, in the future maybe we can get her to write some more about our beautifully created avian wonders.
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