we danced around the may pole
though it usually rained
i gazed up at the falling rain
and considered god´ s soul..

open parenthesis....ribbons of red white and blue
what jingoistic sentiment had to
do with pantheistic beauty
i did not know..close parenthesis..

still,the grace of the little children
something old and something new
sometimes the sun shone
how sweet the circle grew..!