MAY DAY (cont)

I am over 60, my children are grown and my hair is turning gray. My old school is still standing, run down,empty and silent. But today is May 1st. The lawn is green and still slopes gracefully down to the old cedar tree and I wish, Oh! how I still wish that I could be Queen and walk down that lawn in front of my classmates. And I would have a yellow sequined dress with a big full skirt reaching down to the ground, covering my bare feet.