Stuck Lucky
I was maybe seven
when mixed with the crowd
joined a yearly procession
on foot to St Michael
Crossing brooks enchanting
colorful farms in flower
in less than three hours
reached mount St Michael
A festive band was playing
colorful stands were selling
with little friends I played
then joined the adults praying
At noon on grass all sat
hungrily eating bread
then scattering downhill left
in family groups or friends
Trembling heart and hands
discombobulated searched
for one that looked familiar
to lead me safely back
Like back to life I felt
still sitting on the grass
my aunt astonished said:
with us going back?
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