Monday, 4 May 2009

Dawn Chorus

Fire Jugglers, Faerie Queen, Fiddle, Drum and Song

Chasing Bubbles and Dreamy Poems from the Pod

Maypole ribbons entwined,

And danced again undone.

Trees, grass, lovely Lawn
Coming to life with the Dawn.
Windmills on the horizon,
Townsfolk foregoing their lie-in
For the sake of music and words.
The pen is mightier they say,
Except when the sword yields rainbows for play.
Festival-goers unite
Bringing to Swindon the light
Of creativity, joy and laughter.
Meeting friends and making new,
Guitar, whistle and melodeon too.

Bacon butties, cups of tea,
All this and home by 7.30.