(Our trip to Glastonbury)
The roof of our van leaks The fridge doesn’t work We have one ring working on the gas cooker I start my period as we drive in the gates It rains torrential rain You know that word torrential now And you like me to say it again and again. We’re at Glastonbury which is a campsite Without the festival For one year only Because of Covid. We wake up to thunder You paint yourself with stripes And say you’re a tiger We make friends with another mum And her son We play corn hole together And I wonder why it’s called that. We find the stone dragon You sit on a stone at the stone circle We don’t get stoned. We climb up to the pink castle I get friction burn on my ankle From the pirate ship slide We stand under the pyramid stage and shout Whoo Hoo Glastonbury We get transfer tattoos We make a magic rainbow with tissue paper We go to the pub which I didn’t know existed When it’s the usual 200, 000 people enlisted In this magical place. We laugh, we shout, we dance about We ride the bike all around The site Each night When you’re in bed I feel like shouting from the van top From the tent roof tops From the pub roof We managed another day Without getting washed away You say you’ve forgotten what our house is like And you want to live in the van for more than Seven nights We are immersed in the camping extravaganza And we’re making memories which will be part of us forever. Now it’s cold and dark with winter sun I remember last summer and all that we’ve done.
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