Francis Duggan

To A Butterfly - Poem by Francis Duggan

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.

With tiny dark spots on your bright red wings
Like creature from the land of king of kings
You flit round wildering hedgerows all day long
Where wildborn bird sing merry wildborn song.

Your brief, brief life is one of peace and joy
And autumn comes too soon and you must die
But you've got hairy caterpillar your son
To take your place when your life course is run

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 9, 2008

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