Daisy chains, the children <br />In the morning sun, lolling, <br />Rolling on the lawn – eyes keen <br />For the Mr Whippy van <br />Scottie running for her ball <br />Holding hands they feign to fall <br />Wasps are buzzing with the bees <br />Home Service of the BBC <br />Rules the waves but not the clouds <br /> <br />that chase the kids inside for games <br />of Blind Man’s Bluff and pick-up-sticks <br />while petals wilt in the failing <br />infant summer light of evening <br /> <br />Mother is watching them <br />Cold war autumn stalking them <br />Satellites of first design <br />Sprinkling dust on yellow lawns <br />Of daisy flowers and rainbow lives <br />Fading into darkening skies.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daisy-chains-3/
