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.