The Village Fete

A glorious azure summer sky, Triumphant with its blazing sun Bestows the land with warmth and life And lifts the hearts of everyone. The Village fete is on today! Come young and old, come rich and poor To hear excited children laugh To see old friends; perhaps make more… Bright bunting in a breezy dance Adorns each stall, gazebo, tent And - while young Alice hooks her duck - Delights in tickling Grandad’s head. A glance beyond the Pivy doors Reveals mouth-watering history Through cakes and treats Great-Nan lives on This recipe, her legacy. Tradition swells – its Best in Show! With pride and honour both at stake Who’s miniature garden is the best? Who’s bread will win the ‘Boys that Bake’? There’s Wang the Welly, Splat the Rat A barbecue to satisfy There’s Guess the Weight and Lucky Dip And Pimms and Beer, should you feel dry The smiles and laughter fill the air And filter up into the blue And somewhere maybe, reach Great-Nan Who sees her cake - and smiles with you.