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         Morning Hum

As I sit in the gazebo,
Not long out of bed,
I see a little hummingbird,
Go zooming past my head.
The flower pots, with blooms so bright,
Are filled right to the top.
Each flower filled with nectar,
Is where he makes a stop.
Slowly I sip my coffee,
As he zooms past me again.
With the early morning sunshine,
He is my faithful friend.
I love the way the sunlight,
Sparkles on his back.
He looks just like an emerald,
When he stops to take a snack.
All summer I will watch him,
With the early morning sun.
And I know that he will leave me,
When summers warmth is done.


Written by Poca
20 May 2001
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music: Bumblebee