Butterflies, butterflies flying all around,
Their wings soaring high, not making a sound.
They are creatures of wonder and grace.
Their wings are elegant, almost like lace.
I watch them fly, the breeze blowing through my hair.
For a minute I felt what they felt, I was walking on air!
One flutters around, then lands on my hand.
It’s body is softer then velvet, softer than sand.
It flies away, and joins the other butterflies.
I look at them all and it’s beauty to my eyes!
The sun is disappearing from the sky.
As it’s disappearing, the butterflies also fly.

But this time, they go home,
Where I will go too, home sweet home.
As I look into the starry night skies,
I say, a farewell to the butterflies.

Sacajawea

On the Lewis and Clark expedition, was
Sacajawea , first woman explorer,
The only woman among forty men,
They just could not ignore her.

As they traveled west to the Rockies,
She was a resourceful Indian guide,
Who persuaded the Lemhi Shoshone
To share horses on which they could ride.

When they reached their destination,
They wanted to grant her wish.
It was to see the great whale,
But she called it ‘that monstrous fish’.

She was excited and scared
As her wish came true.
When ‘that monstrous fish’ came out of the blue!