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May 2019
Around the maypole as a child
My body did fly so free and wild
As feet found purchase on ground
Then flung in the air around & around

Reminding me of the ancient rites
garlended maypoles quite the sight
fertility dances and rites of hot fire
a hope of fruited land and men to sire

not to be confused with August Spies
empassioned speech saw 300,000 rise
across the seas fighting for other rights
of workers labourers fair workers plight

but of Celtic marking of the May day
of flower garlands, music all at play
I remembered these tales but a few
as around the school maypole my body flew.

J.C. honey-owl 04/05/2019.
Jayne E
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Jayne E  F/New Zealand
(F/New Zealand)   
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