Poetry By Gloria                                                                       

BUTTERFLIES

 

Butterflies ,butterflies everywhere,
Flittering thru the morning air.

Without a worry or a care.
Maybe now and then a little scare.

Black and white yellow and green
Prettiest things I've ever seen

This poem was written by my mother
Agnes (Buie) Reynolds
In the 1940's
That must be where i get my poetic talent from

  by Gloria Collins  
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