As in the Past

Come dance with me,
a ‘swallowtail jig’,
like early settlers to this land.

We worked all day,
tilling summer’s yard,
tonight – let me hold your hand.

Come dance with me,
verdant skirt swishing,
while tapping out this buoyant tune.

We’ve earned our keep –
time to cheer our toil;
tomorrow’s labour comes too soon.