Life Is Like a Maypole
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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
in our backyard to celebrate the arrival of spring;
it was quite wonderful and fantastic,
a delightful memory to remember . . .
it consisted of a tall pole and rolls and rolls of ribbons,
all in different pastel hues of pink, yellow, green and blue;
the pole itself covered with greenery and flowers,
my parents worked on it for days and days . . .
we children came up with costumes,
some so weird and humorous that we all laughed at each other;
father played music on an old record player and mother sang,
in a high pitched voice and clapped her hands to the beat . . .
and us, the children skipped around the pole,
sometimes waltzing, sometimes doing a jig of sorts;
each holding a ribbon while chanting,
"go over it, go under it, go over it go under it . . . "
and all the time trying not to get tangled up in the ribbons,
or knocking into each other;
making us laugh out loudly,
now the laughter has faded but that memory will linger forever;
and to me all those different coloured ribbons,
represent,
family, friends, happiness and childhood abandon . . .
and each of these I hold tightly in my soul,
for my entire life, I will never forget the magic of childhood;
the love that embraced me and the happiness,
found under a maypole that spring day . . .
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January 25, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Life Is Like A Maypole
Copyright Protected, ID 01-635-818-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier the contest, Life Is Like A Maypole,
sponsor Serene Roberts, Judged 02/2015
First Place
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