Butterfly II - Poem by Hilda Conkling
As I walked through my garden
I saw a butterfly light on a flower.
His wings were pink and purple:
He spoke a small word . . .
It was Follow!
'I cannot follow'
I told him,
'I have to go the opposite way.'
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