Admiring a mosaic we all gathered round.
Then, purely accidentally, look at what we found!
A group of ghosts had gathered from some long-forgotten show,
Dreaming of their glory-days in pageants long ago.
Recalling the excitement of the cheering and the clapping;
Days when they were younger and their feet were busy tapping.
It's a rather charming whimsy but (you knew it all along!)
The shadow of the camera proves I've got it wrong!
* A re-working of a past poem.
A very special wheel here: