BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies
,butterflies everywhere,
Flittering thru the morning air.
Without
a worry or a care.
Maybe now and then a little scare.
Black
and white yellow and green
Prettiest things I've ever seen
This
poem was written by my mother
Agnes (Buie) Reynolds
In the 1940's
That must be where i get my poetic talent from
©
by Gloria Collins
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