For Twirling Lovely Ruth

 

May Day Majorette


Funny memory dancing into my brain

A May Day Memory of 1950’s fun

Mom picking me up

at Goldsboro School, all 2 rooms

Grades 1 & 2, Mrs. McClung

(loving petite like Petunia Pig)

3,4 & 5, Miss Dennison

Goddess of my 4th grade

Today, a glorious bright May Day

Ruthie & Judy were performing

at their Greensboro middle/high

5 long miles away


Everyone there excited

          their kids band playing under

Mr. Roberts fine direction

Then marching out in front

the Majorettes twirling batons

I could only see sister

Ruthie, the star

          throwing it to heights

catching it in a fancy dance

twirling behind around

up and down

between the legs

from hand to hand

so fine so fine so fine

so proud that sister was mine


Next they played for the Maypole

a twirl with of boy girl boy girl

Judy and girls like festive flowers

 

as they wrapped the straight pole

with boughs of seasonal color

boy girl boy girl boy girl

round and round they interlaced

until that pole was wrapped so tight

an upright flute that seemed to sing

          a present for hallowed Spring


Such a festive time it was

we little ones were filled with glee

Yes so proud of my sisters

          their world would be mine too

          to go to Greensboro School

To walk in the musical steps

as Ruth traded her little skirt 

and that festive twirling rod

to play the beautiful trombone

in a suit of blue and gold

the top star in the band

to celebrate a life of music fun


I would get to someday, yes

take her place in high school band

to slide that golden horn

with the memory a souvenir

that gorgeous day in May

that wrapped my soul in beauty

twirled in twine and a baton

o what a happy day!


♪♪♥♪♪

For Valarie and Shelley, Ruth's daughters

Her Husband Bill

filled with

With love for my sisters

Ruth Naomi, 5 years my senior

(Whose birthday is May 17)

Judith Rosine, 2 years older than I

& Mr. Earl Roberts, a beloved mentor for Ruth and James

and all the colors and

music ♪♥♪ gifted all 3 of us

in a melody of love


©j.m.frase-white 17 May 2024


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