Flowers Deep As Wells Poem by James McLain

Wish I would,
could come the day that I should.
All the day and if I could, she would.
As hummingbirds and bumble bees,
the meadows green, when they fly near.

How white wine tastes and visits last all day.
Who she is and if I can and where she dwells.
Throughout the vine,
O' purple grapes, Or she improves in taste.

I said to she and soon flew past a bee.
And flowers deep as wells.
Humming birds and bees, have come to see.

Come taste the air and fly inside,
nowhere all day, I am to bee.
What is freedom to the clover green, unprick ed!
Speaking firmly, said the bee.