ONE HOT SUMMERS DAY (addishans)On hot summers day
I step upon a field track
I stop out a part of a dream
Up head I could see butterflies
As I walked the track
The butterflies, flew, na, danced
Dressed in their summer finery, move they wore
Around my ankles, in and out around
They danced, in my mind they lifted me carried me
On their wings, for the length of bisected farmers fields
I swear I could hear them singing,
A trick of the summers - mid-afternoon light?
Or the trickery of the summers breeze?
I cant say, I can say, that few moments walk
With the butterflies that hot summers afternoon
A memory stays with me always.
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2017-04-17 at 22:37
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