There’s a dance-off taking place on Roseberry Avenue.
The Orchard Family are clogging on a sheet of plywood.
Phil Jamison is bucking-and-winging in the Appalachian flatfoot manner.
And The Tuscarora Singers, true to their Deer Clan roots,
are stomping in an anti-clockwise direction in order
to best honour their ancestors and praise the giant turtle
upon who's mighty back the world of man was formed.
You might call them Gypsies, Hillbillies and Amerinds.
And papa woulda shot them if he knew what they’d done.
Heel and toe. Or both in unison. Two melodeons and a tinwhistle.
Mosquito dance. Robin dance. Long shirts. Smoke and hemp.
Shining-the-shoes. Snake-in-the-grass. Milking-the-cow’s-tail.
Watch and learn. And next time, bring a
wooden limberjack doll with you.
The Deer Clan Singers at MySpace
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