down the rabbit hole <br />of childhood memories <br />we tumble into lost world <br /> <br />watching Father chase white butterflies <br />which eat our growing cabbage leaves <br />with a tennis racket with foot work <br /> <br />leaps bounds serves volleys never seen <br />upon famed centre court at Wimbledon <br />butterflies fly float move in fluttering <br /> <br />unpredictable motion dances with gravity <br />overcome baiting my father into youthful <br />dances on past childhood hot summer days <br /> <br />this game I too played mastered but why <br />so rarely in retrospect such fun so seldom <br />played among a host of unpattented games <br /> <br />to up the stakes for mass extinction Derris <br />dust sprinkled on cabbage leaves discolours <br />leaves white butterflies land leave unabated <br /> <br />but knocks out the sucking and chewing <br />insects for a six at caterpillar dinner time <br />when rain has not washed powder sprinkled <br /> <br />off cabbage leaves alas it is a no-win game <br />set upon set waiting for new service white <br />butterflies as they fly in from neighbouring <br /> <br />gardens the game goes on until we tire or <br />new balls spread danger word signaling with <br />broken garden bodies in game we can't win! <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-memories-four-dances-with-gravity/
