Poem named Festival Season;

Happy poem about my favourite festival - enjoy!

Summer starts, laughs roar,

Smiles beam high,

Happiness flies,

Like birds, so high

And it all begins, with a tent,

Flat packs and poles,

Piercing the ground with holes,

And they shout,

Get your festival on

With bands at the ready,

And music in the air,

Mud on the floor,

Wellies – check.

The laughter grows,

As does the music,

The beat quickens,

With the pace of feet

Slowly the night sets,

An illuminating sky,

Without a cloud to shadow,

The beauty of tonight.