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.
Copyright © Tracey Keeling | Year Posted 2017
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