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When Old and New Collide

A gentle breeze on a scorching day, We wake up early to bring in the May. Bluebell skies frame cherry blossom showers, Excited young girls hold garlands of flowers. Morris men and mummers, St George and the Dragon, The roasting of meat, And ale by the flagon. And then, Bouncy castles, welly wanging Gem jars and races. Ancient names with modern faces. At May time old and new worlds collide She rests on the stones With a large glass of wine. The flags remain But the people are gone. Sunburnt daytrippers Return to their homes. The sheltering tree That stands on the street Guards the old and the new Until next time they meet. 8th May 2018

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Date: 5/8/2018 7:16:00 AM
I enjoyed reading this poem Anna. You captured the arrival of May amid the scenic skies and May time where old and new collide.
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