The Gift of May
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A March unstable, April drizzles
At last, now dawns the month of May........
Children gather 'round a table
Making paste of flour, water,
guidance from a loving mother
with pictures drawn in rainbow colors
Pretty paper doilies landed
In the hands of lassies, laddies
Creating prizes, cone shaped fans…
Then, quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh lilies of the greenest valley,
wild wood fern, and yellow dahlias
Gathering the dew-kissed stems
Sweet and fresh as dawn begins
Filled with springtime, fresh with bloom
Innocence, was cut and honed
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each one to own
On May the first, each small bouquet
Ready with the vast array
Of blossoms from the pasture flowers
softly fragrant, gifts of meadows
The paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road they trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles
Timid knocking on a door
“Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
The little legs now running fast,
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where they would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And always they were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot ..so worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light one's eyes
On May the first, with small bouquets
they would rehearse, a verse to say
To spread come spring, then run away
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Submitted for Isaiah's Contest: THE FIRST OF MAY
4/25/15
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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