Tribute To Harry Horsman

The old oak tree. So happy I wrote: Lovely! “Let us hear the bluebell call, the daffodil pray, the apple blossom bear witness.” I hip hip hurrah’d this paradigmatic poem. I read it a few minutes ago and thought aww… how do I comment now, so Harry will see. So glad I had read this in the past, before our dear Harry passed. Suddenly, I hear one solitary and full-fledged chirp outside. Has Harry stopped by? Dabbing an eye.