"Sweet May hath come to love us,Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on."
Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs
On May Day, I recall my childhood, the May Court at Appalachian State Teachers College weaving the colorful streamers as they danced around the May Pole in their formal dresses. The May Queen always wore a flowered crown, and as she was presented, her attendants tossed flower petals in her path.
For a little girl, it was pretty magical!
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