Two clad in finest lavender and one a pinkish hue,
As I was sitting quietly to gaze this summer’s hour,
A hummingbird flew up to me to ask if he could view.
I said, “Of course, you need not ask, and while you’re on the wing”,
“Each rose it holds such nectar sweet, enjoy it if you will”,
So off he buzzed and hovered there and supped the offering,
From flower, to flower, to flower, to flower until he had his fill.
He seemed to test each purple bloom as if the connoisseur,
A drop from here a drop from there which one would have the best,
He never tired until each bud was tried so he was sure,
Then flew up to the pinker tree upon a twig to rest.
An hour passed the hotter sun poured down upon the trees,
The honeybees and bumblebees now made their day’s debut,
The biggest bee now bumbled up to me and asked me, “Please?”
“We’d ask your kind permission for our pollen time review.”
Peter Lowell Paulson
July 30, 2011
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