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We wondered if recent events in the press had had an impact on events and people had pulled out of the event. It certainly seemed to be a great opportunity wasted. I had gone along with the intention of filling my camera full of bright and entertaining shots, but we had walked around all of the stall half a dozen times, so decanted to the nearest pub for lunch.
Such a shame, perhaps this was not the best location, perhaps recent events had blighted the occasion, the atmosphere wasn’ t the best, the weather didn’ t help. The entertainment that we saw was praiseworthy but organisers need to ensure a much greater diversity of stalls( and fewer public awareness stalls). This promised great things – either that or I have a good imagination, but sadly did not deliver.
Jean D. Cook
Poetry
Paint the Sky with Summers Hues
Paint the sky with deepest blue, Paint your world with all the brightest colours and the lightest hues, Golden corn and buttercups, a gleaming yellow sun, Silver streams that sparkle,- cool and clean as when the world begun. Sweet green grass and roses of the deepest red, Shady fern-filled forests with the softest mossy pillow where you rest your head. Why Imagine gloom and doom, when you can paint your future with your brightest hopes instead.
The ocean beckons us with promises of warm dry sand that trickles through our hands, A bucket and a spade create a faery castle or a soldiers keep with turrets and a moat. The simple joy of laying on the beach and listening to the waves, and love hearts on the sand, that wash away as quickly as they ' re wrote. Long mild days to trek, to travel, to explore, or lay and bask;- I dare to question, who could ask for more, The heaviest of hearts can find that on a summers day it lifts. The rich and poor alike, can both enjoy the summers gifts.
Summer is a season, and a place within your heart. Summer lasts forever when our final winter thaws, Even in this fleeting, fickle world of pain and flaws, Summer is the journey of a heart that needs no laws. Summer is that secret place of calm within the storm, Summer is the goal of those who seek to live beyond the norm, Even as the icy grip of winter howls, and swirls around our homes, Summer is the warmth within our hearts and hope of better things to come.
Patrick W Kavanagh 09 / 05 / 2013