The Mandolin Song

The roll of the drums
accompanied by the strumming of mandolin
the joy of dancing feet with arms waving
and the lovers eyeing each other
their faces adorned with shy smiles
stolen between gaps of no one looking

the skirts flare up as the belles twirl
clippity clap clippity clap
the wooden shoes tap on the stone playa
the old man carries his young daughter
dances with her feet on top of his
and the young ones form a circle holding hands

the mist tries to cover the portruding beauty
of the mountain, the island
the water shimmers with the
strength of the moon shining down
the music dies down along with the laughter
and shadows go by holding hands

-by Lex Lapax (11/04/2003)


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