so there was this time, it seems like a dream and a hundred years ago.
a dream of dancing and rain, good food and great music,
big skirts and rain boots, hot coffee and cold beer,
tents and campers, umbrellas and bikes,
guitars and banjos, fiddles and mandolins,
ukuleles and jaw harps, glo sticks and marshmallow shooters.
really it was a mere few weeks ago.
friends that feel like family. the village at its best.
the unfortunate parts were spun with rainy weather,
cold weather, not enough clothes, almost no sunshine.
i saw a fraction of the music i usually see.
tents fell with the weight of rain and wind.
we had a mini disaster clean up after saturday morning storms.
the village triumphed!!
winfield 2012, we’re already dreaming of you.
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Looks like Oregon!