Dancing in the Garden

Off in a swamp
A bullfrog hurrumped
Setting the tempo
For our tune.
While high in the trees
Cicadas wheeze
A nighttime melodious swoon.

We started to dance
As if in a trance
Caused by a spell in the night
While high in the sky
Little clouds flickered by.
(It was a fabulous sight.)

Tiny tendrils of petals
Reached out as we walked past
And we swirled in a flurry of motion.
Fields of amaranth parted
When the orchestra started
As we started to feel some emotion.

It was love that would guide us
As we waltzed past the lettuce
And stepped on a patch periwinkle
But we were trying quite hard
Out there in the yard
Until it started to sprinkle.

To dance on the grass
Is given by chance
To those with no illusion
For to gracefully sway
One must assuredly pay
I’ll say in grinding conclusion.

With apologies to dancers, gardeners, and of course Robert Service, known for his rollicking ballads.

Tom McNall
Sussex, NJ