Author Hilda Conkling As I walked through my gardenI saw a butterfly light on a flower.His wings were pink and purple:He spoke a small word . . .It was Follow!"I cannot follow"I told him,"I have to go the opposite way." Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments