Monday, 11 June 2012

On Visiting the first Fête of the Year

By the school and
Chapel lies the
Village green
Just a hectare
Trees of conker
Now it is a
Splendid scene
In the sudden
English heatwave
Folk are milling
On the grass
First the dog show
Trotting pooches
Minutes pass
Once the dogs
Have left the circle
Dancers start to
Trickle in
Purple clad with
Silver batons
Music starts
The show begins
Half a dozen
Disco anthems
Shattering the
Village peace
Girls are twirling
Spinning whirling
Sequins flash
To strains of Grease
Now the girls have
Left the spotlight
Quietness once more descends
Over stalls and candled
Chestnuts afternoon
Enchantment lends
Here we have the
Best of England
Gentle pastimes
On the sward
For this deep peace
We thank thee Lord

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