Punkins Poem by Richard McClellan

My Punkins is like a flower in bloom,
So pretty, so true,
A lil bee passes,
Then turns around to land,

Upon that petal that's of pretty reds,
with streaks of a bright yellow hue,
The flower is so sweet,
like a honeysuckle in mid spring bloom,

Her hair is golden, so radiant,
and shimmers in the sunlight,
as she steps along the causeway,
or coming down the hallway or byway,

As she flutters and flies,
like a butterfly on the open wind,
God's hand shines though,
for she's sailing calmer waters within.