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Snapshot
by Kate DemereeSnapshot
She sat in the middle of the sunlit field
One tiny hand outstretched
The sun shinning golden and bright upon her hazel head
As she stretched with all her might in a vain attempt
To capture the lone butterfly
It flitted first one way and then another
Entrancing the child, who captivated the mother
04/21/2003 Posted on 04/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/22/03 at 01:19 AM Good word picture Katie...Charlie |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/22/03 at 02:04 PM Indeed a wonderful picture! |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 04/23/03 at 12:02 AM Great poem, Kate. Reminds me of the old song "I Chase the Bright, Elusive Butterfly of Love." Also, great photo of you...Jack :) |
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