The Maypole
by Sharmagne Leland St. John

Today on the first of May
Festooned with ribbons bright and gay

A pillar carved from old growth wood
Rises tall where winter lately stood

In the middle of the village the birch pole stands
We grasp the rainbow streamers with eager hands

We dance until the colours twist and twine
A table laden with sweet meats and wine

Tarts and pastries set nearby
‘Neath a calm and cloudless sky

Made with love by local bakers
Awaits the hungry merrymakers

The fiddler’s tune jaunty and light
Plays ‘til the pole is wrapped up tight

Energy spent and high on laughter
We shall remember this day ever after



 

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