underneath the morning glory's heart shaped leaf of green,
near to where the hummingbird for a moment can be seen,
there, where well dressed ladybugs spend summer's last long day
the shade is cool and kind to all who happen on her way.
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she dresses every dawning with her trumpet blooms of blue.
and some think she is crying but tis only morning's dew.
so delicate her tendrils as she gently climbs to see
where else to weave her flowered canopy.
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the busy bees stop by to catch a little nector sweet.
noisily they buzz about with pollen on their feet.
fuzzy black and yellow, the bumblebees a sight
musically making merry in their flight.
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a bluebird flies in to rest before her day is done
and toward evening it seems that she is not the only one.
they find a spot and perch a while upon a nearby trellace
some say the morning glory's blue can make a bluebird jealous.
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now as the sun yawns sleepily a friendly warm goodby
the morning glory looks above to see a starlit sky.
content now in the darkness she knows that all will keep.
and settles she in for the night to get her beauty sleep.

12/18/2002

Posted on 12/18/2002
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