Dance of the Butterflies

Painted Lady

Painted Lady

In a small grassy field

With the trees all around

There's a fairy ring ancient and old

And at times you can hear

Perfect echoes of sound --

'Tis the music of ages untold

For the crickets keep time

To a waltz or a reel

And the birds fill that lovely expanse

With the notes to a tune

With a light, airy feel --

In the fields where the butterflies dance

Where the wildflowers bloom

With a sweet perfume

In a rainbow of colors and shades

Where the maids hurry down

From the hill-top town

And the butterflies dance with the maids

Painted Lady

Sedum full of Painted Ladies
(How many can you count?)

Where they splash in the stream

Or they lie down and dream

Where the bullfrogs thrum

While the butterflies wing

And the hummingbirds hum

While the merry maids sing

In the field where the butterflies dance




On a winged pirouette

Or a six legged slip

How they dance, and they wheel and they turn!

And their wings flash in time

To a bright Scottish trip

While the lassies turn 'round by the burn




For the crickets keep time

To a waltz or a reel

And the birds fill that lovely expanse

With the notes to a tune

With a light, airy feel --

In the field where the butterflies dance

Large Orange Sulpher

Monarch

Where the wildflowers bloom

With a sweet perfume

In a rainbow of colours and shades

Where the maids hurry down

From the hill-top town

And the butterflies dance with the maids




Where they splash in the stream

Or they lie down and dream

Where the bullfrogs thrum

While the butterflies wing

And the hummingbirds hum

While the merry maids sing

In the field where the butterflies dance




A poem by Isaiah Zerbst, Dance of the Butterflies

Painted Lady