Rose Around The Ring Poem by James McLain

A ring a ring a rosie A pocket full of poesy A tissue, a tissue we all fall down. Yes! as a small child I did it, holding hands and all falling down with the other children. It was a post plague rhyme, the poesy was supposed to protect them and the rosie was to ward of the stench of death I believe. Your poem is as equally haunting as the history of the rhyme... The image of bulging cotton faces held by wooden masts Is quite terrifying, do you think she was too smart for her own good I wonder? And your final message is so true, but then, she was so smart, she outsmarted you to write this fine tribute to taking your time and checking the weather before sailing first! Smiling at you Tai