The Pole
[From table top to Frodo, with a step through.
You swing and pirouette your prefect practiced moves.
Ever changing, ever turning, you grip to your pole.
Working hard, climbing, till the Crucifix unfolds.
Place one leg entwined, then with the other you hold.
A hip lock pressing hard, pressing against the pole.
Life is full of twist and turns, of movements up & down.
Life can be feeling upset, or even feeling drowned.
But rise above it all, blue sky there you will see!
Climb hard on that pole, and show with great ability.
That there are new meanings you’ve never seen before.
New opportunities.
Swing out, reach and grasp them all.
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