Children With Soap Bubbles Poem by Gert Strydom

Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop

and other children have got to look out
or their eyes are going to burn.
Like smoke the bubbles whirl up

against the arms and heads of others
before they heave into the air,
hopping like horses that gallop

with children blowing over a soapy soup
soap-bubble after soap-bubble burst,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up

like balls kicked off by the wind
when mothers scold their dirty children,
hopping like horses that gallop

and later an adult looks after them
to set rules for the game,
like smoke the bubbles whirl up
hopping like horses that gallop.