My teacher asked, “May I implore,What is a metaphor?”
I thought of fields of butterflies
And daffodils and sunny skies.
My answer caught her by surprise:
A meadow’s for the cows to graze,
A place I spend my lazy days,
Where spiders spin their magic maze
And bumble bees perform ballets.
My teacher smiled and smiled some more.
“Now that’s an answer I adore.
A meadow’s for a metaphor!”
©2009 Charles Ghigna