August 31st 2019 (Big Camp)

Five days after performing at Hastings Pride
(My first performance on a stage!)
I was then transported to Lincolnshire
For a fabulous Big Camp
In a field surrounded by other fields
Containing sheep, and turnips!
I'd put myself down on an open mic
I was awaiting my turn
And was to follow a strong man act
Which was pretty impressive
But i was thinking, how does a poet follow that?
Whilst waiting, i went to get myself another cider
When i noticed they had something called mead
Never liked honey, but thought 'when in Rome'
I was very pleasantly surprised, it was like nectar!
I had my pewter goblet with me, a happy marriage
I then went to the performing area, basically part of a field
To my biggest audience ever of about 350!
but as the larger percentage of that audience
Who i must say were very disruptive
As they kept going bah at my poetry
But that's sheep for you, a rowdy lot!
The folk there however, were lovely
And nowhere near as rude as the sheep!...
There was no mic, so had to almost shout out my verse
A goblet of mead in one hand, written words in 'tother
Whilst at the early beginnings of twilight
As stars began to flicker through the thin clouds
It was magical, and still my fave festival ever
Everyone was so chilled out
Gathering round pit fires
As sparks drifted off into the night sky, like sprites
As i danced around the pit fire
As the woodsmoke seemed to be
Following me around like a lost puppy!
I remember the date, as it had been my mothers birthday
Something now ive only just realised
The acts that followed were fabulous
As we entertained each other under the stars
And as i further familiarised myself with mead
Ive still got the empty bottle
It now has a candle in it
Which i light whenever i sacrifice turnips!

by Jemia