(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Upon The Lawns Of Summer(Birthday Poem For Scarlett)

One by one
they march

under the shining

of the croquet

an army of ants
in their shiny black uniforms

to the blaring music
of the radio

drenching the bushes
with Wagner

the flags and banners
of curtains caught

in the breeze
as the whole garden cheers

until like
the rolling wrath of war

a great red ball
smashes the ant army

triumphantly passing through
hoop after hoop

until arriving at the feet
of the snoring sleeper

a newspaper
covering his face

oblivious of the battle

upon the lawns
of summer.

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Comments (4)

a perfect birthday poem this.Keep up the good poetry
Honored it is that I am that ye remembered me on this, the day of my birth, and even more honored it that I am that you write for me! Thank you so very, very much, my dearest friend. You DO honor me, you know, and I love you for it. Scarlett
This reminds me so much of a poem my son wrote. I love the picture it paints. Ruthie
I love this poem. How well you have captured the minute battles which rage around us all the time while we remain oblivious. The mood of the piece is controlled with such delicacy.