Do you like butter?

Do you like butter?
The little child sang
While by the back door
T'was held in his hand
Searching cold cellars
A place from the past
Attempts to recall
Where childhood was last

Do you like butter?
They played in the field
Stories painters and tellers
Quietly sealed
When school days passed
Summer recalled
The die is recast
And wonder enthralled
From copper hollows

Do you like butter?
Beneath where the swallows
Of vintage collections
Leading the way
As everyone follows
Framed and protected
Beneath beveled glass
Childhood reflected
In gardens of yellow
and green meadow grass.

By Debera

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