Thursday, July 24, 2014

My ETBT (East Troy Beer Tent)

English: East Finchley Festival 2006. Families...
I feel the music pulsing and it’s sweet.
I see lights, my pulse catching in my throat.
I catch the scent of some animal—goat?
My soul and spirit rush ahead of feet.
I wonder who I will see, maybe meet.
Will the beer be icy cold down my throat?
Will the beer tent have an entrance, a moat
like it did that year rain ran down the street?

The band plays country music loud and hard.
I smell sweat and sawdust and many beers.
The local drunk tells a joke, what a card.
I know I will not dance, just want to see
familiar faces without any tears.
For this one night of the year, beer beats tea.

© Julianne Carlile

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