One by one <br />they march <br /> <br />under the shining <br />arch <br /> <br />of the croquet <br />hoop <br /> <br />an army of ants <br />in their shiny black uniforms <br /> <br />to the blaring music <br />of the radio <br /> <br />drenching the bushes <br />with Wagner <br /> <br />the flags and banners <br />of curtains caught <br /> <br />in the breeze <br />as the whole garden cheers <br /> <br />until like <br />the rolling wrath of war <br /> <br />a great red ball <br />smashes the ant army <br /> <br />triumphantly passing through <br />hoop after hoop <br /> <br />until arriving at the feet <br />of the snoring sleeper <br /> <br />a newspaper <br />covering his face <br /> <br />oblivious of the battle <br />raging <br /> <br />upon the lawns <br />of summer.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-lawns-of-summer-birthday-poem-for-scarlett/
