OBON
Lanterns light the street
As we dance in lines.
Its late
And I can see small girls
In silk
flower patterned
Kimonos cling to their fathers shirts
As their mothers finish the dances for them.
Arms sway
Fans turn
Kachi Kachi clack
Feet kick and turn
And cherry blossom branches wave
With the taiko drums beat keeping us in time.
In unison we dance through the night,
And eat the food that only comes
Once a year,
And not care that we have already have had
three Snow cones with condensed milk
When out mothers cant see.
At the last dance,
All young,
All old
Dance as one
to the song we have all heard time
And time again.
Even though My feet hurt from my wooden shoes
And My obi is wraped a little to tightly
But I can forget that,
When I start to dance to the music
as it fills my ears.
