An incredible sign

There is a premature warm spell almost every year, and our jonquils bloom early.  Then a cold snap arrives again, and they are short-lived, but what a nice surprise.

Jonquils

Jonquils, daffodils, paperwhites,

All bring about the same delights,

Yellow centers, cheerful and bright,

Not long-lived, but what a sight!

Bulbs reliable, year to year,

Forget about them, then they appear,

An incredible sign that spring has sprung,

And warmer weather has begun,

Sometimes they pop up through the snow,

That is incredible, don’t you know?

The trumpet shape is like a sounding horn,

Winter is over, a new season is born,

Don’t forget to recognize,

That God is revealing a nice surprise,

A yellow flower just for you,

To cheer you up when you are blue,

Jonquils, daffodils, paperwhites,

Not long-lived, but what a sight!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  8/09/2016

Favorite Color

Tickled Pink

I really, truly do like pink,

Why is that so, do you think?

A perfect mix of red and white,

Hot pink, light pink, dull or bright,

The color pink just pleases me,

It’s unexplainable, don’t you see?

Given a selection of colors to buy,

I choose pink, but I don’t know why,

Pink is associated with girly stuff,

I’m not a girly girl; I’m pretty tough,

Pink is research for a cure to breast cancer,

Could that be the ultimate answer?

Fun, yet serious, this favorite color of mine,

So simple, yet extravagant; so endearingly divine,

Be it a strawberry milkshake or a flamingo at the zoo,

I’m tickled pink to share this with you!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  3/01/2017

Elegant in Flight

This poem is dedicated to our daughter-in-law, Danielle, whose grandmother always called her "my little hummingbird".

Hummingbirds

Delicate delight,

Elegant in flight,

Try with all my might,

To see this glorious sight,

Tiny wings, majestic beat,

Sipping nectar, red and sweet,

Colorful and oh so swift,

Petite wonders, spirits lift,

Hummingbirds

Dance just for me,

Make me happy,

Filled with glee,

Hummingbirds

They flit, they flitter,

Fill the air

Like glistening glitter,

Flying past,

They dash, they dart,

And make their way

Into my heart

Tammy Harvey   8/27/2015

Nothing Compares

Teddy Bears

Plush animals of all kinds show children we care,

But nothing compares to the teddy bear,

Soft and cuddly, there is no disguise,

A tail, two ears, and big bright eyes,

Two arms and two legs, he does no harm,

Fits right into the crook of a little one’s arm,

Easy to hug and snuggle at night,

And scare away creatures who give them a fright,

Sometimes a teddy bear gets worn to the thread,

But the child insists on taking him to bed,

He gets dirty and sticky, can get smelly too,

He needs to be washed, but it’s really hard to do,

The bear is missed when he is away,

In sight of the child is where he must stay,

An American favorite right from the start,

A teddy bear is close to a precious child’s heart.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  February 4. 2017

Fish, fish, I got my Wish

Ode to a fisherman
Some think that fishing is a waste of time,
A mindless, endless waste of time,
I, on the contrary, disagree,
And I have the facts to support me,
It is a decisive, deliberate game of wish,
Between a mammal and a slippery fish,
It is a recreation, a hobby, a sport, if you will,
To see if I can catch an unsuspecting bluegill,
I have the right tackle and the wiggly worms,
I don’t mind the smell or the slimy germs,
I push the worm gently onto the hook,
And cast my line into the babbling brook,
The bobber I put at just the right place,
The lead sinker pulls the bait to just the right space,
I wait and watch the bobber do its dance,
Up and down, up and down, I am in a trance,
Waiting tranquilly for the fish to hit,
Because I, the mammal, will outwit,
Suddenly, a tug and the bobber goes under,
How big will he be? I stop briefly to wonder,
The triumph of catching my fish is quite near,
I know that I have him, so there is no fear,
I reel him into the edge of the bank,
He surfaces the water and I give a big yank!
Oops! He falls right off of the hook,
And escapes back into the babbling brook,
He takes my bait and swims happily away,
With patience, I’ll be back for him another day.
Tammy Harvey Written: January 30, 2017

Freshly brewed

The Addiction

Sweet Tea, that’s right, sweet, iced tea,

I’ll admit I have an addiction to thee,

With ice and lemon, in my favorite cup,

Freshly brewed, not instant, I drink you up,

Refreshing and tasty, on a hot summer day,

Sweet and cold, I like you that way,

It’s a Southern tradition and it’s in my genes,

With barbeque on a bun, coleslaw, and baked beans,

With steak and potato or chicken and rice,

Or with a juicy cheeseburger and fries sounds nice,

At a picnic, or a ballgame or at a fish fry,

Sweet tea, you are my coffee, I don’t know why,

Would I drink you, sweet tea, hot from a pot?

No, certainly not!  I would certainly not!

 Sweet, iced tea is my beverage of choice,

“Ok, I’m an addict!”, (said in a loud voice)

Sweet Tea, that’s right, sweet, iced tea,

I’ll admit I have an addiction to thee!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  February 1, 2017

Rays of Sunshine

Sunbeams

Have you ever noticed sun rays streaming through a window pane?

Catching the dust particles in the air like pouring rain?

Casting the shadow of the window frame onto the floor?

Glistening the glass like never before?

Like tiny spotlights on microscopic stages,

You are reading, but you’re not turning the pages,

Time stands still when the rays capture your eyes,

A colorful spectrum appears, to your surprise,

As the sun passes behind a cumulus cloud,

Like thunder clapping, though it isn’t loud,

You suddenly jar back into your own time and space,

It is a beautiful journey without leaving your place,

Watching the sunbeams dance and then rest,

Are times that make your soul feel its best

Tammy Harvey

Written:  February 1, 2017