Memories Of A Music Festival (2008) Poem by DM W

All the ' cool' tribes were assembled there
Musos, ravers; extras from the cast of 'Hair'.
Goths, trendies and punks; new age travellers;
All sorts of rapt, pleasure seeking revellers.
O they spouted such nonsense while on the 'grass':
Not so peaceful after the stupor had passed.
I witnessed such wild, surreal antics from everyone;
Under a blazing sun, as the music played on (and on and on...)
I never did return after that
I guess I still wonder what they meant
When they said, ' Hey man this is where it's at! '
It seems I see right through all the misty sentiment.