Oldest of the Swallowtails (A Butterfly Daydream)

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This is a poem about Tern, a boy who loves butterflies. Sometimes, he even daydreams about them at the strangest and most inappropriate times. Here, he daydreams about old world swallowtails......

Submitted: July 01, 2016

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Here is fictional character Tern, a young boy who daydreams about butterflies.  His daydream about swallowtails is told in his own words:

Once upon a Summer's day

I decide to hike the trail
All the way to Velvet Peak
Where the swallowtails do dwell

Uphill exercise is rough
Two miles past Johnson Lodge
Up through boulders it was tough
In the end though it payed off

Cause at the top I see
The oldest world swallowtail
Ancient and beautiful, long ago, long ago

Now I take my camera home
Dropping  off my backpack gear
Collapsing right on the porch
Saying hi to Mommy dear

She says that I overdid
Seeing sweat drop from my eyes
But I'm happy I journeyed
Just to see that butterfly

Yes, at the peak I've seen
The oldest of the swallowtails
Ancient and beautiful, long ago, long ago

Mommy buys a blue-green frame
From the nearby artist's store
Makes the image I did take
Into something we adore

Decoration's on my wall
We've positioned it to where
I don't think that it will fall
Anytime or anywhere

Yes, at the top I snapped
a picture then-
 

"Tern Phalarope!" The teacher snapped, startling me out of my daydream.  "This is the 5th time I've asked you now; what is the solution to 50 = X squared + 5X?"  I wake out of the daze I was in and I say, "I- I don't know, sir."  The teacher sighed.  Then, in a frustrated tone, he said, "I've been explaining how to solve this particular kind of problem for almost half and hour now, and you've been staring off into space the whole time."
 
"I'm sorry, sir", I say, frowning down at my desk.  A few of the other students laugh.  Then I look up at the teacher and say, "Sir, I was daydreaming about Old World swallowtails."  The students even laugh harder.  "Well", the teacher said, "You can twiddle your thumbs and dream up the most spectacular butterfly and fairy dreams on your own time, then, but on my time, you better pay attention."  A few of the students snickered and the teacher cleared his throat with finality to march even deeper into the math lesson.


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