Butterfly on My Hat
The true story of a special flying friend
I walked across
The dusty field,
Hot,
Tired,
Discouraged.
“Come to Arkansas!”
The ad said.
“To Crater of Diamonds!
The only place
Where you can dig for
Diamonds
Real diamonds!
And keep whatever you find!”
They say
“Diamonds are a girl’s
Best friend.”
And who doesn’t want
To find
New friends?
So I went to Arkansas,
With visions of diamonds
Dancing in my head.
Huge,
Shiny,
Diamonds.
And I found:
Rocks;
And mud;
And dust;
And voracious bugs;
And sunburn.
But diamonds?
Not a one.
But.
As I walked away,
Empty-handed,
Dusty and discouraged,
A friend found me.
Not a diamond.
Something better:
A butterfly.
Why it landed
On the brim of my hat
I’ll never know.
For an hour
It rode there,
Taking a trip
Around the diamond field,
The most beautiful
Thing
There.
It flew off
When it had its fill
Of hat-touring,
But it blessed me
With its presence;
A special gift
That made the day
Worth living.
About the Creator
Laura DePace
Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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