This was published on http://t.co/0IQl2CLz for May Day.
May Day
“May day, May day, “shouts my Granddad.
My Nanna looks up from her knitting. Her forehead looks all
crinkly, she’s frowning like she tells me not to. If the wind changes Charlie
you’ll stay like it.
“Yes Granddad” I nod knowingly in his direction. “It’s May
day today “ I know this because each day
in writing practise we have to write the date and today my teacher Miss Woods
was telling us all about the may pole
and how years ago people danced around it on May Day and she’d show us pictures
tomorrow.
My Granddad starts taping one of his fingers on the arm of
his chair in a pattern. He looks really upset and my Nanna puts her knitting
down and goes over to him. She puts her hand over his tapping finger and says
“its ok Seaman Brooks, the ships are on their way”. Granddad stops tapping and Nanna smiles.
Tomorrow I’ll ask Miss Woods what ships have to do with May Day.
No comments:
Post a Comment