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March 15, 2021
and buttercups in the meadow knew,
that you need me and I need you.
and honey bees, who saw us coming,
filled with joy and started humming.
and swans with cygnets formed a flotilla,
when we arrived to give them dinner.
and hungry gulls with a deafening sound,
dive bombed the party, and came to ground.
and canadian geese picked up the scraps,
along with ducks – such cheeky chaps.
and pigeons too, from far and wide,
gathered by the waterside.
and all too soon, the food was gone,
and the late – comers, just looked on.
‘that’s it kids, no more today’,
I say, with sadness, turning away.
‘next time, I promise to bring more’,
with deep sincerity, I implore.
as buttercups in the meadow view,
us coming back, with hands held true.
and honey bees who saw us coming,
no longer there – no sound of humming.
written by Harriet Blackbury
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