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Belinda Finds Her Wings - Nursery Rhyme
Belinda is so happy she has found her wings
Now she can flitter and flutter and do other things
That young, pretty fairy nymphs are prone to do,
She can cover and hover over sweet flower cups
Like lilies of the valley and lonely johnny-jump-ups.
She can dive and drift with the hint of a breeze,
And hide from the birds in the tallest of trees.
Belinda is so happy she has found her wings,
All pink, purple, and yellowish spots in-betweens
Like transparent filigrees, as fragile as tatted lace
And if you like, she’ll give you a kiss on your face.
You’ll see her, a tiny butterfly, going about to and fro
But Belinda, the fairy, will be watching you grow.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written November 6, 2022
Submitted to "Be Creative" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Copyright ©
L Milton Hankins
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