Each year in April, a weeklong fair
Rowany Festival once more returns
Clear skies or stormy, you’ll find me there
In a market stall shaded from the sun
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Books, dolls and belt pouches
Mornings manning the Gate
Bacon and egg sandwiches
Eaten around a new campfire
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A feeling like returning home
Yet this home doesn’t belong to me
It is home comprised of others
Where everyone can simply be
About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Comments (1)
I can't wait to go to a festival 😩 🤗 ❤️❤️Lovely Writting!