Jewel in the Crown
                                                                                          
A field full of weeds
   as the summer sun burns...
The old ones recede
   and the new take their turns...

Blossoming now on the warm summer stage
Enters the King as we turn the page...

Standing tall with scepter of thorns
His purple flowers await to be born.
Filling his crown with flowers bright
​Like amethyst jewels they shine in the light.

With his prickles sharp, no one comes near
Instilling respect and a wee bit of fear!
But the winged ones know of his royal treasures
They dig for his gold with fervor and pleasure!
For his flowers are softer to the touch
​The bees and the butterflies like them so much!

​And when the jewels fade away from the crown
They change to brittle, dry rusty brown
But the gold finch knows of the treasures inside
Quickly she lands and knows where they hide. 
She mines all day in a cloudy white puff
Filling her beak with seeds from the fluff!

After the seeds from the rusty old crown
The last gift remains, the gift of the down.
Silky and soft, the gentlest of all
Will line the nests of the finches so small.

A Wall of Happy Houses

A wall of happy houses is just along the street
Full of every color for the birds who like to sing tweet tweet!
 
The colors make a rainbow of yellow, blue and green
Orange bright and violet and pinks of shiny sheen!
 
This neighborhood’s for winged ones, for finches red and blue
Who play and fly and sing all day: “Tra Lee, Tra Lah, Tra Loo!”
 
They never seem to argue or get into a fight
They’re much too busy singing and playing in the light!

As I sat in my rocking chair with my morning cup of tea
The sun poured through my window bright and what did I then see?
Underneath the pine tree tall was grass all green and lush
It had rained all through the night, a carpet soft and plush.
Puddles lay all through the grass, like a land of little lakes
The sun was shining on them all-not a peep did the water make.
Until I heard a gentle sound of wings all-a-flutter
Two robins hopped along the green, and playfully chased each other.
They flew together up and down, like the bow of a happy fiddle
Until at last they dove right in and jumped inside the middle!
They splished and splashed in the water bright, enjoying their morning bath
They brought a smile to my face, how they made me laugh!
And just as quickly as they came, the birds away they flew
And dried their wings in the morning sun by drops of sparkling dew.
So when you take your morning walk, and your boots are all a muddle
The simplest joy you may find there in a spring time watery puddle!

written by Christine Summerfield
​April 2017

As I looked up in my apple tree
Two little friends I did see
A fairy boy all dressed all in blue
Talking away with someone new.
His wings of green were all a glimmer
And his curly hair in the sun did shimmer
He creeped and crawled on a branch up high
Then stopped and said "my oh my"
"Who are you with wings of brown
Flitting and flying down to the ground?
Your breast of red is soft and furry
You seem to be in such a hurry..."

And this was her reply:

"You may call me Mrs. Robin, I come here in the spring
I build my nest up in this tree, and how I love to sing!
My nest is strong and sturdy so, with branches dry and brown
But inside it is soft and warm, a cozy bed of down
For soon, I'll lay my eggs you see, all blue and speckled and round
I'll sit on them and keep them warm, until you hear the sound
Of babies with their voices high, a-chirping and a-cheeping
Until they settle down again, curled up and a- sleeping.
Then I'll fly away a bit and look for worms so long
And bring them back for feeding time to make my young ones strong."

The fairy boy he listened to the story of the bird
Never a tale so magical he had ever heard.
He wanted to help and be a friend to the Mother Red
And so he offered his services and this is what he said:

"Mrs. Robin I will help while you fly away
Your babies I will gently watch and keep them safe at bay
And should they wake and look around and give a little cry
I'll softly wave my fairy wings and sing a lullaby."

The mother gave a friendly nod and a smile she did lend
They joined their wings together and became the best of friends.
And so the two they shared their days in that apple tree
Tending to the babies young, birdies one, two three.

And when the birdies did grow up and away from the nest they flew
Mrs. Robin stayed best of friends with the fairy boy of Blue.

​written by Christine Summerfield/April 2017

Bath Time for Birds
I am a shiny bird bath, I come out in the spring
I stand here in a carpet of green and hear the songbirds sing
Each day the gardener comes along and takes good care of me
He scrubs away my dirt and dust and fills me with water clean.
He puts a little stone or two in the middle of my sink
And tiny birds can safely land and take a good long drink.
I get all kinds of visitors throughout the summer day
Finches, sparrows, chickadees and noisy big blue jays.
But of all the winged friends that come and visit me awhile
Me thinks the robin is the best, she always makes me smile
She lands right in my water deep for her evening bath
The water splashes everywhere, it really makes me laugh.
And then she stands upon the edge and puffs her feathers big
She shakes and does a little dance, a funny robin jig.
So in the garden look for birds who always come and go
For the feathered friends in my garden green like to put on a show! 

The Honey Suckle Vine

As I sit on my front porch, with my cup of tea
So much green and flowers grow ​right in front of me!
The honeysuckle is the one with vines of red and green
It wraps around and round my fence, the finest to be seen!
And at the end of every vine, a trumpet of pink and gold
Announces to the world to smell its perfume bright and bold!
I dip my nose into the vine and smell perfume so sweet
But someone else is right behind, awaiting his summer treat.
The hummingbird of green and red, so tiny and so quick
His busy wings buzz happily, as he stops to take a sip.
He dips his long and slender beak inside each blossom pink
But watch him oh-so-carefully, you must not even blink!
For if you do, you might just miss him darting up so high
For in a flash he will be gone, but listen for his cry:
"I'll be back to visit you for your elixir fine
Be sure to look for me again on the honey suckle vine!"