SPRING DANCE

Musicians play sweet violins
And softly strum their mandolins
Guitars increase the haunting sound
That captivates and holds spellbound.
While mothers dream of lost romance,
Their daughters whirl and glide and dance.
Fond lovers sing a sad refrain,
But pop the corks on pink champagne!
Let no one notice--somehow, miss
That magic moment when they kiss,
The hours go quickly; with dismay,
They watch as nighttime turns to day.
Soon hungry birds wake up and sing;
Melodic church bells ring--and ring.
The aged learn the bitter truth
That Spring was truly meant for Youth!

Marie Engebretson
North Country Cadence
(Spring 1978, Vol 3.)