This metal sculpture of children doing the Maypole Dance islocated in a round-about in Penticton, British Columbia.
May Day by Sara Teasdale
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
How intriguing. While we took a lot of our culture from the UK, Maypole dancing never took root. Perhaps because it is autumn here?
ReplyDeleteNaramata, a village near here, always has a large May Day Celebration with the traditional Maypole Dancing. It is interesting, that it is not as wide spread, even here....
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