Time Spent With The Gypsies And The Maypole Poem by Justin Gildow

From a distance
I see the gypsies carrying the maypole
They stand and set up
And I make my way over to participate and join in with them

The maypole is held still
And ribbons of purple and gold either blow in the wind or hang lazily

I grab a ribbon
A gypsy or 2 does the same
And a couple of children join in to complete the joyous circle

In, out, in
Or out, in, out

We all have fun
And smiles and laughter appear within us
As we dance around the maypole