I composed this but it is for my notebook alone for surely while it may have reflected my thoughts at an earlier moment in time there is now a bitterness that chokes these frivolities.
Carnivals, festivals -- such joy in the air
great smells, peoples laughs, happiness everywhere
T'is lovely that the simple can afford us such pleasures
Even though perhaps plain it offers joy in great great measures
Wheteher bobbing for apples or baking blackberry pies
you can catch the warm glint in everyone's eyes
Smiles all around, dancing, tumbling song
Moments like these you know deeply naught's wrong
Little one scampering under the skirt of her mother
Older one clasping the hand of her brother
Kids with long sticks eager to fight
Galloping along like born a brave knight
For these travelers in search of common kin
The Edge a fresh start a place to begin
We celebrate each other and toast to harvest
And we so with cheer and we do so with zest.
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