Birds
Bees and Friends
This poem came to mind when I saw this challenge…
Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Light Words 
Your bird gallery is beautiful Carol. Wow, you let a bee crawl on you? You’re brave! Great close-ups of their wings. Thanks for sharing the poem, it’s lovely and perfect for the challenge. I hope you are felling better!
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The poem goes so well with these beautiful images, Carol.
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I’ve tried to reply but my message does not go through. I wonder if this one will.
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It came through well. Thank you.
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I love the poem.
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I am trying to get back to WordPress. I remember you from 12? Years ago. Both our names Carol
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But it is more complicated than ever and now I am that much older.
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WP has gotten more complicated too. I post less. But I miss it when I don’t.
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