While Away Our Day Poem by David Harris

While Away Our Day



The coloured butterflies dance
as they flit from flower to flower
underneath a warm summer sun
in meadows where clover lie.
We sit and watch them
as around the flowers they play
making us feel
as if we were children again.
A soothing thought
as we while away our day.


4 July 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015
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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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