TO KENNETH – The Lighthearted.

Bluebird, bluebird through my window,
Bright and light as sunny skies,
Fluttering laughter…echoed after,
Twinkled starlight in your eyes…
Born to sweet determination….
Peeking, seeking, bluest dove….
Entire teasing…..exit pleasing…
You are the honey of my love.

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The flowers in my garden have children’s faces,
And I the loving gardener working there
Tenderly have watched the blooms unfolding
And Nature never seemed half so fair
As now…when I the cultivator,
Have dug my fingers deep within the soil,
And seen the seedlings spring to beauty..
The satisfaction far outshines the toil.