The road passed between two fields of alfalfa. I stopped the bike and paused to enjoy the cool air that surrounded the crop. I tipped back my water bottle. When I lowered my head dozens of yellow butterflies bobbed past. Then hundreds of the yellow shapes rose from the alfalfa and filled the air. I knew it meant problems for the farmer who owned those fields, but I felt I was in the midst of something magical.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “butterfly.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “Butterfly”

  1. dear,first50
    i would like to meet you on the internet and learn more thank you for helping me on my promp i hope i can meet you later on the internet oh and i love your promp of Butterflies again thank you for helping me do my promp.

    starla viallba

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