Flittering, fluttering, butterfly wings
One of life’s wonders such beautiful things
Alighting on flowers and floating on high
Painting new portraits way up in the sky
Some look like tigers and some look like eyes
There’s so much to see as the butterfly flies
You may be surprised at the height they can soar
Six thousand metres, perhaps a bit more
They can’t be surpassed as a creature of flight
When they bring so much pleasure, such joy, and delight!
Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England. His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up. Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.