Flutterby Butterfly

One Summer day now long gone by,
I sat beneath a clear blue sky
And had the fortune there to spy
A lovely glass wing butterfly.

And as I watched her flutter by
I thought within myself, thought I
Oh, what a lucky child am I
To sit beneath an azure sky....and spy
A Glass Wing butterfly
And watch her flutter, flutter by. 

Wendell Welling
2014

STORY CLOUDS

Here on my back in the grass I lie,

And study the clouds as they pass by.

And as they pass, the clouds unfold

The most wonderful stories ever told

           

Of wizards and dragons

And castles and kings

of elves and heroes

And magical rings

Of  pirates and captains

In ships on the sea,

I watch their adventures

And wish that were me.

I’ve heard thousands of stories,

And some were told well

But none were as good

As the clouds can tell.

Wendell W. Welling Ó 1982