Treasure Island

Gayle Sweeney

(May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)

A Butterfly


A big lemony butterfly floated up with a sunny breeze
And drifted amoung the cool green leaves of the old, black cherry trees.
It was seen clearly dancing in the air and then not found at all,
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  • * Sunprincess * (4/28/2014 8:39:00 PM)

    ........oh this is so beautiful...i love seeing the creamy yellow butterflies enjoying a sunny day....loved reading this one.. (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (5/10/2011 5:45:00 PM)

    A very well crafted and poignant write, Gayle, I am very impressive with your style! Keep it up! Your words give you away! 10+++Love and Peace for always! (Report) Reply

  • Lynn Glover (2/1/2011 1:00:00 PM)

    Very beautifully written Gayle and I could see this butterfly flying across the sky as I read your poem. Very much alive it seemed to me and a very enjoyable trip. Lynn.l (Report) Reply

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