Leyland Festival

Leyland Festival

They are putting up bunting above the streets

I can hear the snare drums already

Lot’s to do and lot’s of people to meet

I hope those drums aren’t too heavy!

Children are looking up in excitement

Trying to touch the flags

Soon the streets will be crowded

With fancy dress and drag

Tarmac sticking to our feet

Marching to the brass band beat

Melting melting in the heat

I can’t wait to find a seat!

My sister and I are wearing identical dresses

Carrying a banner with God’s message

Others are carrying a cross

And it’s not just around the block!

It feels like many,many miles

Walking through the town

People watch with big,big,smiles

And the festival princess wears a crown

The sun is out and so is the ice cream van

The audience are in a trance

Watching every float go past

There’s lot’s of tents pitched on the park

You can buy pizza,burgers and hotdogs

Each float has something different

There’s businesses,cars and motorbikes

Even cartoon characters are talking on the mic!

Men are doing a Morris dance

And the church tent has a big entrance

There’s people selling helium balloons

On the street corner and street performers

The circus tent has lot’s of acts

Trapeze,clowns and acrobats

I watch in ore of tightrope walkers

And those bendy contortioners

My Grandad worked at Leyland Motors

They made buses,trucks and cars

And every time the 111 bus comes round

It's still the same

(Identity of Leyland)

Fox

I wonder if we will see a fox

Let’s touchwood and quietly watch

That shade of red flashing 

Like a sunset glow

As the wind gently blows

Sitting on some rocks

Holding your breath between the poppycocks

We are in a forest

The stars are out and being honest

I don’t want this loneliness

This cold air and frostiness

The snow has stayed white

We can see the pawprints

The moon sparkles like a clean shiny dish

While the trees move and flinch

It’s midnight and there are other animals to find

A Owl,and Deer

Birdsinging in your ear

The Fox is drinking from a pond

Maybe he will sing a song

I look into their eyes,their soul

Taking sips from my water bowl

Hunting,

The fox is running

The sound is numbing

Bang!Bang!Everyone is jumping

And then there is silence