Our bubbling laughter disappeared
and
reappeared,
soaring high like a majestic bird,
only to land
again
to the sound of the rhythm of the drum.
It was as if we were
puppets
on a string,
captured
by the magic
of words
and
songs.
(Ok, i know this is corny but I was trying to capture all of the moments in a few poetic lines).
But I believe Mr. Carle Casey summed up the day's festivities in his abbreviated performance.....
And I good time was had by all!