am. May 1st 2002
Bells jingling, the Isca Morrismen made their way into the Roman
Arena; the sky just beginning to hint of the sunrise to come.
Not a solemn occasion, this. The Isca Morrismen were here to see
in May Day; this was the first event of their calendar - and they
meant to do it in style. The cans of ale would see to that! One
of the 'side' even took his own pewter tankard. The men refuelled
between dances, and it seemed that in no time the sun had risen
way above the horizon and the crimson sky became daylight blue.
The boys made their way to the Ffwrwm for a celebration breakfast.
May Day was underway, ordinary folks' alarm clocks would soon
sound off another day.
Lucky people, these Morrismen. Their clocks tick with the earth's
clock. They are in tune with the passing of the seasons; and they
laugh and dance.