Ah what wondrous happenstance,
For a worm to reach by chance,
The form of a beautiful butterfly,
And sip the dew dew drops where they lie,
On silken petals fragrant, sweet,
In forest lawn till I'm repleat.
For now I'm locked in this chrysalis,
Dreaming of a lily chalice,
From which I'll sip the nectar sweet,
Where fairies dance on tiny feet,
In garden, glen and meadow land,
And apple trees in grandeur stand.
GregCrook.com
A young man of 18, seeking his fame,
Did dare to pursue with confidence anew,
His American dream serving those who flew.
Eight years toil amongst fuel spills, gravel and soil,
He sought to secure that elusive American dream.
A financial novice with hopes to spare,
His opponents drew him like a fox to the snare,
Lending him funds with assurances repleat,
Then pouncing upon him publicly to hasten his defeat.
Now a complaint or two they may have,
Indeed not a every pound could be repaid,
And tarnish and slander his name they would try,
Even speak ill of dear 'ol mom,
But the last laugh you see my friend,
Will be found in his copyright of this poem,
Titled simply GregCrook.com
CATERPILLAR DREAMS
Ah what wondrous happenstance,
For a worm to reach by chance,
The form of a beautiful butterfly,
And sip the dew drops where they lie,
On silken petals fragrant, sweet,
In forest lawn till I'm repleat.
For now I'm locked in this chrysalis,
Dreaming of a Lily chalis,
From which I'll sip the nectar sweet,
Where fairies dance on tiny feet,
In garden, glen and meadow land,
And apple trees in grandeur stand.
Judy Ball
(This just sortof came to me this morning when reading Don Johnson's poem "Butterfly Dreams. Let me know what you think. Is it a keeper?)