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Hummingbird
by Mary Ellen SmithOh hummingbird your quickened heart carries you so well.
Your little wings beat oh so fast that I can barely tell.
You hardly sit and in your flight you swiftly find your way,
Feathered irridesent in the dawn and dusk of day.
If I could hold you in my hand, gentle I would be,
Captured for a moment, you would have a friend in me.
Little one, I must content myself in your delight,
And listen to the music that your wings beat to in flight.
10/08/2001 Posted on 10/08/2001
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
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| Posted by Rula Shin on 09/01/05 at 05:34 PM This is so lovely, so light and positive and full of beautiful and tender impressions, "Little one, I must content myself in your delight,
And listen to the music that your wings beat to in flight" - it takes a sensitive eye to appreciate what is precious and delicate in nature. Beautiful poem :-)
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| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/06/05 at 05:02 AM Mary Ellen, I love this so much! Hummingbirds are fascinating. I have seen them up close and these little birds inspire me. Your poem will go on my faves.
~Chelle~ |
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