All Hail The Tarp
- Campsite life at Reading
This is something of the flavour of an enjoyable Reading Festival
with my friends Rob & Charlotte (amongst others). The putting up of
a shelter from the rain was just one of those life-defining moments!
Hoist the tarp above the nettles.
Hold a vigil around the beer.
As we empty out the bottles
And contemplate why we are here.
The others are hiding from the rain.
Deep inside a canvas cocoon.
We won't see them again
Till the end of this monsoon.
Mix the liquids from the bottles.
Put them all into the biggest glass.
No need to watch the measures
When you want the time to pass.
Sweet music from a painted guitar
Playing "Don't fear the reaper".
Her voice will carry far
To reach the ear of a single sleeper.
We are wet through but feeling good.
Sitting on expansive plastic sheeting.
After it's stopped raining then we should
Go to the stage to see who's playing.
And when the sun comes back out.
The others surface and admire the camp.
After a few puffs they have no doubt
That we are having fun despite the damp.
All hail the tarp and bits of string
That kept us from being miserable.
At the stage we experience the thing
That had brought us all to this festival.
All hail the tarp, praise be to Music!
Category: "Experiences"
Written by Keith Lambell, April 29th 2004
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