MAY DAY TRADITION (Poem)

On the very merry first of May

With baskets of flowers, children play.

The baskets woven in school or at home,

The child departs to pick flowers alone.

Violets, daffodils and tulips galore

Are placed in baskets and left at the door.

With a smirk on the face and the doorbell rang,

The child runs away to hide with the gang.

But out of the door the mother runs

And catches the child, raining kisses in tons,

While the rest of the gang across the court

Laugh and laugh with the May Day sport.

1974

(Dedicated to the children of the

First Presbyterian Church of Lakewood)