Fantasy Spy

Fantasy Spy Would that I, like a Monarch butterfly, Could fly across the fertile land and spy, Top tree and lilac bush in the evening hush, Swooping down above the late traffic crush. Then on to foamy shores I would wander, Over firs and pines, dark forests below, With graceful freedom across the sunset, Over Key West’s mansion and beach to go. I would see a pirate ship in the sea, Rushing rudders futilely try to flee. Storm clouds over thatched roofs on the Goal Coast, Colorful dancers, busy merchants’ boasts. Would that I like a Monarch butterfly, Could fly across our wonder world and spy