Francis Duggan Butterfly Poems

There must be a butterfly heaven for butterflies are free of sin
And the keeper of the gates of heaven will allow them for to enter in
For to flit through the gardens of heaven and to dance in the sun and the wind
There must be a butterfly heaven if there is one for the human kind.
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Just a few days to mate lay her eggs and then die
A minute to her an hour to you and I
She flits through the parkland in the sunlit sky
With brown spots on her fragile wings a white butterfly
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Brown spots on their fragile wings that do look white
A thing of great beauty for one on to write
In the Southern Summer so breezy and bright
Flitting in the park in the warm sunlight
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So little time for living life so little time for play
Just enough time for mating and her tiny eggs to lay
On cabbage leaf or edible plant where her caterpillars grow before they pupate
Just enough of time in her short life new life for to create
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Brown wings with dark spots and dark freckles a short life it only enjoy
Four days to it will be a long span such is the life of a brown butterfly
But is our life to it that much different since the Reaper awaits you and I
We come to life inside a woman we are born and we age and we die.
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You while away the pleasant sun shine hours
In green, green meads adorned with wildering flowers
And shelter from the brief, brief summer showers
Beneath the green leaves in the leafy bowers.
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