[DollyCali]

Jack.. do you have something we can "pretty up"? Here is yours Bob..hugs & thanks for sharing with us!

Butterfly

What’s in those flowers that you sip,
That makes you seem so tipsy?
We can’t tell if you’re coming from,
Albany or Poughkeepsie,

Or even if you’re going to,
One place or the other.
The way you travel seems to be,
You’re looking for your mother!

Just as a toddler wanders round,
With no fixed course in sight,
The butterfly flits both here and yon,
In most erratic flight.

It seems so inefficient,
Why can’t you just hold still?
And then you stop, and fold your wings,
Upon a daffodil.

You daintily step forward,
“I haven’t touched a drop!”
And just as sober as a Judge,
You spread your wings and FLOP!

And Flip, and Flap, and bounce.
A goonie in reverse.
How can you be so comical?
I know you don’t rehearse.

And yet you get where you must go,
God knows how you can do it.
Perhaps the use of folded hands,
And faith just leads you to it.

By NicknamedBob . . . . March 30, 2004
© 2004

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[MEG33]

Delightful poem and framing!

[Majie Purple]

Oh Thanks much! I was just reading through in entirety again saw the Table & poem before the ping to it even! After looking through the Thread again I wanted to ping Dolly to tell her I'm FR Links Bookmarking it...& then I see the table & poem. That's the cherry atop this Butterfly sundae!

[luvie]

Gosh, you two, that is just a beautiful collaboration! I love butterflies. They are so ethereal.

[freema]

Oh, now that's just adorable and those look like champagne bubbles!! Just gave daughter a 'poetry reading'.