flying to
West Virginia
sun shining in Oregon
leaving the
river willows
waving vivid green at last
coming back
home quickly
Will the river wait for me?
friends
still young in my heart
growing greyer and mellow
flowing time
etching fine lines
in those dear happy faces
the sunny
times of laughter
halos in the soft, sweet evening
what will
the parade be like?
Morris dancers of Cornwall
ringing in
West Virginia
spinning around Maypoles
and me
wearing the white horse
high on my flowered hat
those
glorious guys, the green men
banjos, flutes and wild fiddles
ancient
drums coming across time
to West Virginia for May
Can the
ghosts of ancestors
fly there too and join the dance? 
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