A summer Poem
Children blow on my puff ball crown
and watch my feathery seed
float gently to the ground.
Proudly I wear my yellow hat
for all to see
as I mingle amongst a field of green.
and curse my domain
as I sit amidst a lawn so trained.
I am an herb, a plant , a weed,
I am the trinity
that will flourish for infinity.
By Richard Smith
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Criticism is welcomed
This photo is created from two of my pictures. I felt the photos by their selves did not jump out. They were the typical bird and flower pictures. I wanted a picture that shows a story. This photo of a big hibiscus flower and a little yellow bird showed me a beautiful red bird- house with a yellow perch. The tiny warbler with its open mouth appears to call into the flower.
Although a house fly is annoying and carries diseases, it looks so innocent as it carries the pollen from this Blackeye Susan. When a fly lands on our food, we just wave our hand over the food the fly is on and it flies away. Then we continue to eat.. I captured this picture as I practiced my macro photography