The music plays and in a sea of people you rise and stand alone
Slowly, ever so slowly playing on emotion you move back and forth to the summer sounds that surround you and take you away
A child in your arms and a child in your heart you dance with abandon
I watch as inhibited armchair hopefuls strain to peer around you
There is no irritation though, only silent envy from all of us complacent mind dancers
Hopefully next year I will be like you
— Seamus McGabhann
Seamus McGabhann was kind enough to let us use his lovely poem.
We welcome armchair hopefuls and park dancers alike. See you this summer.