Sonnet 68: Red Admiral Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 68: Red Admiral
Patrolling small stretches of the hedgerow
Like a silent sentry on guard duty,
Other butterflies they will overthrow;
The Red Admiral, nature’s real beauty.
Seen fluttering throughout summers hot days
From buddleia to Michaelmas daisies,
And sheltering from the suns golden rays,
All the people will sing of their praises.
But they cannot survive the winter’s cold
Their life is all too brief, a crying shame:
Alas none of them will ever grow old
Their short life is all part of nature’s game.
Their beauty we cannot take for granted
For they are delicately enchanted.
butterflies are very beautiful. delicate and colorful. nice write
butterflies are very beautiful. delicate and colorful. nice write
Beautiful poem dedicated to enchanting butterfly Red Admiral. Thank you.
A wonderful poem, we get a lot of butterflies in our back garden this time of year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Butterflies even with their short span of life make themselves a joyful presence! So it is not important how long a person lived, but how well he has lived matters more! A beautiful sonnet!