applefest!!!

YAY FOR APPLEFEST!!! I love those pagan festivals! lol okay so it's not REALLY a pagan festival anymore But i'd be willing to place money that the roots of festivals such as applefest (celebrating a plentiful harvest) started as some form of pagan ritual whether in europe or here. Anyway it was a really great small town street festival with the whole town out on the commons, booths set up, people handing out balloons, swing dance music playing, all kinds of food treats. It was wonderful made me remember alot of things I lovea bout home. homesick sorta but not in the i want to leave way just the i'd like to take a momment to reemmber way. I remember going to indian ladder every fall with mom and molly and mark dad and whoever else happened to be along, lots of diffrent people have gone with me at lots of diffrent times. I even went with preschool i remember. to me warm apple cider dougnuts are one of those things that's managed to capture an entire season, an entire memory in one sweet taste. anyway I walked away from applefest a lot more content than I went and that was a good feeling. :-)

A hundred years from now
When the children gather round my knee
With ears open and eyes bright
Craving the stories of the elderly
I'll tell them tales of today
Made brighter by an old woman's fading memory
Adventures amongst these fall days
Hazy memories of what I used to be

Perhaps someday amongst my tales
I'll tell them of a festival
Brightly colored reds and sweetly tasting fruits
And sunlight flowing through it all
And trigger back from the darkness of my past
A face, so long forgotten
Of dark eyes, hidden by clear lenses
A memory of what might have been
I'll tell my children "listen and I'll tell you
The story of a boy I once knew"
As they all sit forward on their knees
Eager to hear of who I loved so fiercely
I sigh; unrequited love is so fascinating to the young
But to an old woman it's just another story

applefest!!!

YAY FOR APPLEFEST!!! I love those pagan festivals! lol okay so it's not REALLY a pagan festival anymore But i'd be willing to place money that the roots of festivals such as applefest (celebrating a plentiful harvest) started as some form of pagan ritual whether in europe or here. Anyway it was a really great small town street festival with the whole town out on the commons, booths set up, people handing out balloons, swing dance music playing, all kinds of food treats. It was wonderful made me remember alot of things I lovea bout home. homesick sorta but not in the i want to leave way just the i'd like to take a momment to reemmber way. I remember going to indian ladder every fall with mom and molly and mark dad and whoever else happened to be along, lots of diffrent people have gone with me at lots of diffrent times. I even went with preschool i remember. to me warm apple cider dougnuts are one of those things that's managed to capture an entire season, an entire memory in one sweet taste. anyway I walked away from applefest a lot more content than I went and that was a good feeling. :-)

A hundred years from now
When the children gather round my knee
With ears open and eyes bright
Craving the stories of the elderly
I'll tell them tales of today
Made brighter by an old woman's fading memory
Adventures amongst these fall days
Hazy memories of what I used to be

Perhaps someday amongst my tales
I'll tell them of a festival
Brightly colored reds and sweetly tasting fruits
And sunlight flowing through it all
And trigger back from the darkness of my past
A face, so long forgotten
Of dark eyes, hidden by clear lenses
A memory of what might have been
I'll tell my children "listen and I'll tell you
The story of a boy I once knew"
As they all sit forward on their knees
Eager to hear of who I loved so fiercely
I sigh; unrequited love is so fascinating to the young
But to an old woman it's just another story