Poetry By Gloria                                                                       



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