A Festival Come And Gone

• Zoe Vom, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2015

As the summer wind blew with a calm steady breeze the street festival rose through that very same breeze.

The dancers danced, the audiences clapped, the singers sang and the circus flipped throughout the day and then it was thrown to an end.

No clapping, no dancing, no singing nor flipping. Back to the ordinary days where crowds of people buying houses, food, water and clothes forgetting of that very day.