Hmmmmmm???

I stepped into the garden early this morning

When much to my surprise,

A familiar hum buzzed past my ear,

And a streak of emerald flashed before my eyes.

Is it really you my little friend?

The feeders are filled. You won't be deprived.

But it's still 43 degrees outside.

The spring blossoms haven't even arrived.

Did you notice the new trellis where our jasmine will grow?

Grandpa put it up only last week.

You and friends can waltz in and out of the vines

And play a game of hide and seek.

Where is Old Maggie? She was sick when you left

And couldn't see or get around.

We lost her a couple of weeks ago.

Her memory stone is here on the ground.

Have we planted the vegetable garden?

Of Course, we're way ahead of you!

The harvest is bound to be plentiful,

And you'll have a fantastic view!

Hummingbird, please, no more questions!

Sip your tea. Build your nest once again.

There'll be time for visiting later,

As our springtime adventures begin.

The Legend of Maggie Mae

Our precious angel~~April 1, 1995-March 16, 2011

On my fortieth birthday,

Pa brought me a big surprise.

She had shiny black hair

With two enormous black eyes.

We named our Yorkie, Maggie,

and took her everywhere.

Adorable and loving,

She looked like a tiny bear.

Early each spring, busloads of children

would come from Gransie's school, of course.

They'd see the goats, the chickens,

and gather the eggs,

tour the gardens and ride the old horse.

We sang around a little fire roasting marshmellows

but the highlight of the day

Was when Puddin' the Wonder Dog

and her sidekick, Maggie, would do tricks

and come over to play.

One day, old Puddin' up and died

And Maggie was at her wits end.

I don't think she ever got over that loss.

She'd roam around and look for her friend.

Several years later, a neighbor called us up

from a couple of pastures away.

He said Maggie'd shown up with her body guards

and assured us that she was okay.

Bruiser, the Rottweiler, and our old coon dog, Missy,

were there right by her side.

Treats, drinks, and rubbins' were enjoyed by all

'til the Garrett taxi arrived.

She spent years chasing rabbits through the prickly pears

with only dust clouds in her wake.

But she got very old, her eyes grew dim

It was all her tiny body could take.

You gave us years of love and joy.

Thank you, Dearest Friend!

We'll miss you everyday, Maggie,

Our love and your legend will never end.

Adventures with Flat Stanley

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