05-20-2015, 02:53 AM
Maypole
In days long past when lad and lass,
looked forward to the fair greenwood,
they’d gather ‘round and pole put down,
deep in the ground, as a Maypole should.
The brawny lads and all their dads,
with a sweet song and nary a frown,
would dig a hole, for the maypole,
and bury a third of it in the ground.
Attached to the crown high up top,
hung colored ribbons to the ground,
made by mothers and their lasses,
in blues, and reds and golds and browns.
Then handsome lads and bonny lasses,
would take a ribbon and dance around,
sing and weave round about,
until the pattern reached the ground.
Erthona
©2002
In days long past when lad and lass,
looked forward to the fair greenwood,
they’d gather ‘round and pole put down,
deep in the ground, as a Maypole should.
The brawny lads and all their dads,
with a sweet song and nary a frown,
would dig a hole, for the maypole,
and bury a third of it in the ground.
Attached to the crown high up top,
hung colored ribbons to the ground,
made by mothers and their lasses,
in blues, and reds and golds and browns.
Then handsome lads and bonny lasses,
would take a ribbon and dance around,
sing and weave round about,
until the pattern reached the ground.
Erthona
©2002
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.