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
3 comments:
Love it! It sounds just the way a kid would answer.
Thanks, Mary!
The child in all of us
is still alive and well
and full of curiosity!
It's the child in us
who writes our poems.
All we have to do is listen
...and take notes. ;-)
sammy I love baeeee😥☺☺
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