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
Copyright © Anna Greene | Year Posted 2018
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