I remember as a child watching butterflies fly through the fields here in Niagara Falls, New York. I admired them with their grace and beauty. I write these poems about them.
The Butterflies.
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Of Purple flowers
In fields greeen
After rain showers
A rainbow seen
A rose red
Beautiful to see
A table of ginger bread
As sweet as can be
Yellow daffodils grow
And the rainbow flows
Gold pastures oohhhh
A silver lining shows
Your beauty, Yes
As a lovely spring day
Even in your heart possess
You're adorned with array
A touch of sweetness
With honey and more
As sweet scent freshness
You I adore
Your natural splendid attire
And adornment of beauty
All this you inspire
And made this poem to be
Timothy K Robinson
23&24 April87
(originally Tim's Ode to the Butterfly).
Where would we be
Without the butterfly
Who flies free
Its beauty as no other
When they spread their wings
And as they flutter
As they gracefully fly
And fan the air
And graces the sky
A friend of the flower
An inspiration of the artist call
They bring a blessing as a spring shower
Oh butterfly fly
Fly for me
Fan your wings high
I like your many kind
You're all so wonderful
Many of you're all so COLORFUL
Yes you are the flower
Of the insect world
You, the gift hopefully for ever.
Timothy K Robinson
13July 1987