The Family Circle
There was a song in the distance.
I flew towards it in a dirndl,
taking the line of least resistance,
not difficult in plastic sandals.
A fearful picture scrolled before me,
folded and unfolded before my face;
all these children want to revere me,
snuggle, hug me like a vice.
I waved my arms impressively,
hoping the kids would shoo, scram, skip,
vamoose. They stood impassively.
It was a family von Trapp.