Making sense of the world with words
Some meetings are more memorable than others. Some are even worthy of a poem:
Deep in the Welsh mountains where revellers reeled,
We met in a rowdy and colourful field,
In a white Stetson hat, beside me he kneeled,
He was hunting for treasure, I was too, it was sealed.
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Ahh festivals! Many of the happiest, funniest and craziest moments of my life have taken place in various colourful music filled fields. I will never ever tire of going to my favourite festivals. This poem seeks to capture some of their magic:
Fireworks explode with youthful passion
to soar among the stars,
beyond the bars and the beats and the shrieks
to light wide eyes and wider smiles
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Life in poems 