I am as free as a butterfly
Who goes from flower to
flower on a sunny day.
My wings rise in the air.
This is the place
where there is friendship and love.
By Adriana, 3rd grade
[photo by kees straver via flickr]
Posts Tagged: butterfly poem
Garden Snapshot
It is time to discover the outdoors.
See the flowers surround us?
The sun wants to show its face.
When you look at the flower,
The pink flower, like a tiger’s mouth,
Wait for butterflies to come.
The inside of the peeled white flower
Looks like a bunch of cherry red needles.
But don’t be afraid; they are not sharp.
They are soft like pillows.
The army of flowers is looking for their general.
They are waiting
To march.
The flowers are like a heart
And also like a heart
They pump.
When you look
You will see
More and more flowers
Because it is spring.
Time for them
To come to the world.
By Yaprak, 8th grade
Photo by Courtney Harnage via flickr
Polished
I see a blue butterfly
It is beautiful and mystical
It glistens in the sun
It looks like fine powder
It reminds me of a precious gem:
Beautiful but not even
Polished
By Ariel, 3rd grade
[photo by Sheryl Tollenaar via flickr]