The Heritage Festival occurs in our town each year <br />It attracts loads of people from far and near… <br />Campsites are set up with artifacts that are dated <br />Traditions of simpler pioneer times are recreated <br /> <br />Expectations for the day are great <br />The chance for sunshine is sixty-eight <br />Make a list of what we’d like to get <br />There is barely room to make it all fit <br /> <br />Park in the best spot… near the traffic flow <br />Walk across a bridge with rippling water below <br />Wearing some comfy shoes and a brimmed hat <br />Bringing a friend to carouse with and chat <br /> <br />Ready for a good time and all that it includes <br />Smells fill the air from just now cooked foods <br />Voices rise in song… with rhythms swaying <br />Various venders are hopefully displaying <br /> <br />Stepping on to the path of light-heartedness <br />Giggling girls survey as teenage boys assess <br />Nearby a clown greets small children with laughs <br />Booths are filled with unique art and crafts <br /> <br />Bright rainbow colors attract straight ahead <br />Garments dyed with a tied technique of threads <br />Bowls sold to feed the hungry are next on my mind <br />Donated by local potters…some of them are signed <br /> <br />On the way meeting people not seen for awhile <br />Stopping intent…renewing friendships with a smile <br />The hours of the day have been spent away <br />A cooling wind is sweeping clouds of gray <br /> <br />Returning to the car in an uplifted mood <br />Eating an elephant ear… a delightful food <br />It’s been fun doing things out of the ordinary <br />The break from chores at home was only temporary<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-good-time/
