Maypole (edit Tom)

[tectak]

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 mother’s 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

Somewhat idealised but what the hell, all history needs debunking. Is this the land of my fathers?
No apostrophe in mothers. I am dizzy.
Best,
tectak