Treasure Island

Joseph T. Renaldi

(Frackville, Pennsylvania)

Butterfly Wings


The sun emerged from behind a cloud
after a brief summer shower.
I noticed a colorful butterfly
glide from flower to flower.

On delicate wings it fluttered by
without a worry, it seemed to me,
Frolicking in the warm and humid air
care free and happy as can be.

This graceful and lovely butterfly
was so appealing to the eye,
Only, if I had wings attached to me,
I, too would use them to fly.

Feeling happy, content and worry free,
I would leave my worldly problems behind,
and dwell on the many hidden dreams
that still lie dormant in my mind.

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 05, 2013

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