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We heard the cheers through the trees,
The music carried on an evenings breeze.
Painted faces and flowered hair,
Dogs and children nap in wheeled chairs.
We raised our glasses nodded our heads.
Unspoken memories we shared in bed.
An earthy voice was the last we heard,
Interupted by the late night trill of a lowley bird.
A nightingale threw back its head
We listened lying in the motorhome bed.
The festival stopped with resounding cheers
But the nightingale stayed with us for many years.
Photograph taken by me at #RedRoosterFestival JUNE 2018 Held at Euston Hall Suffolk.
A VERY QUICK #SoCS
Have you been to a gig or festival recently? Do let me know in the comments😇