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.
Tulips blossom into the bright,
rich, majestic colors of Spring.
And green sprouts, replace Winter's white:
rousing songbirds to tweet and sing.
Gathering canes of wild roses,
we'd weave wreaths to hang on our door.
While girls in sensual poses
had all the boys begging for more.
Joy-filled sounds of laughter and play,
promoted Spring's festivities.
And my memories of Mayday:
recall these fun activities.
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