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October Line Dance
by Kristina Woodhill
Let's scrunch-toe through the piles of leaves
We'll wander under naked trees
Let's wave at Tiny Tim as we pass by
He's out there in his field of dreams
His dizzy tulip wanderings
Falsettoing his heartfelt lullabye.
He keeps on looking high and low
His uke twangs out its song of woe -
Where did my friends, the tulips, go and hide?
We tag him on the arm and prance
In tonga line we do our dance
The southward geese look down and honk in time.
With Tim in tow, we gather steam
Rakes thrown aside, kids faces gleam
The old kids leave their canes by rocking chairs.
Theres Seeger searching for his flowers
A young girl grabs his hand and showers
Confettied leaves upon his graying hair.
Our line swings round and hands unite
Unbroken circle holding tight
Shrieking laughter fills the air with sound
With single voice, hearts filled with fun
We all count down from three to one
And
All
Fall
Down
October 5, 2005
10/05/2005 Posted on 12/17/2005
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/17/05 at 03:52 PM what a treat of imagination carried off by music and fine old-fashioned get-togethers you've given us here. Love It! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 12/26/05 at 03:30 PM This is magical, whimsical! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/17/06 at 01:09 PM :) January is dancing the October Line Dance ::: I love the way you humanify nature and earth ::: I love the fun inside this ::: Congratulations on POTD! well deserved :) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/17/06 at 04:45 PM CONGRATULATIONS! I LOVE this poem and its good to see it on the front page! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/01/06 at 03:13 PM Despite the title, truly a poem for all seasons in its magical capture of spirit and fun. Wish I had written this...glad you did! |
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