The ButterflyA Poem by Brown BullFor a friendThe Butterfly I watched a butterfly one day, in the meadow where I live. It was sipping from a flower The Farmers Son approached us, watched it and said “oh-my.” “My Father owns this meadow, “Yet He teaches me this lesson Now the Son had come here often, past the fence in yonder forest, That this flitting splash of color,
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Added on June 1, 2009Last Updated on June 17, 2010 AuthorBrown BullMSAboutI was born long ago on a hot summer day in a field in Mississippi. I can't remember anything about it, but all I know is that I was taken away from the field and have never been back, except in my po.. more..Writing
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