Memories of Mayday
May refreshes Nature once more,
awakening our taste for love.
With Spring's arrival, spirits soar
as high as the heavens above.
Wildflowers sprout into the bright,
rich, majestic colors of Spring.
And green replaces Winter's white:
while songbirds start to tweet and sing.
Gathering canes of wild roses,
we'd weave wreaths to hang on the door.
While girls in sensual poses
had all the boys begging for more.
Joy-filled sounds of laughter and play,
promoted Spring festivities.
And my memories of Mayday
include all such activities.
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