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Gentle Bethany

By Carole Dudley

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Claravette, the caterpillar, lived near the sea, Until her life was saved by a girl named Bethany. In the middle of this awful storm, the middle of the rain, Bethany bent down to her and put her in cellophane. It was dry in there, and toasty, and soon there was some grass, And later, Claravette moved in to a lovely house of glass. The house came furnished with a seashell floor, A clover blossom supper, and much, much more. Though rain does fall, and winds do blow, and winter On our heads does snow, The world is still a better place for Bethany's hands and gentle face. Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 11:22 AM PST, Carole Dudley    0 • 5

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