Then I went home to sit and rest
down on my rocking chair,
the sun was setting in the West
and as I combed my hair
I looked out through the window screen
and saw to my surprise
two creatures that are seldom seen
at home....... two butterflies.
They danced and sang and smiled at me
until the darkness came
out on my porch they acted free
and played their lovely game.
And in the morning when I rose
the two were sleeping there
It is not known, but I suppose
they liked my rocking chair.
Very sweet and innocent. You really have a wonderful range! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great addition Herbert! The first part was actually an assignment in my class last night. We had to write a 'When I was........' story. Most people wrote about their real childhoods in storybook form but of course I had to rhyme. (I can't stop myself!) This is very lovely and I really enjoy how this tale ends. Sincerely, Mary