May Pole by Raymond A. Foss
They made of me a May Pole Last night in the narthex, the entry Of our church, Free of chairs and clutter For late summer cleaning
Skipping, laughing, reeling, They danced around me While fitfully sharing The apple Ruth brought me for my dinner All that was missing Was the ribbon wrapped round me Ever tighter as the dancers danced
August 19, 2005 14:59
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