A Poem

The burning wood crackled, the laughter rang loud
The trees our shelter from the meanist of cloud
The warm glow from the fire made spirits high
Even on the most fearsome of nigh
The music rang loud and filled the woods
The bongo's were out as we passed the goods
This is where it started, that bit of soil
It was the begining of the journey of the mighty toil

So we got some decks and an abandoned tent
and decided it was time to put on an event
It was a small one though, about 50 attend
But the people, the place was a magical blend
Everyone was happy and dancing away
Overall for us an exiting day
It gave us a hunger, we came to the boil
and so goes the journey of soundsystem toil

The millenium was next, but summers not here
we need to find shelter, but that would be dear
so the foxons came good and built a big tent
we made some fliers and off they were sent
Another success, a few hundred were there
a few creaky moments and a bit of a scare
the wind was howling as the millenium was born
and we were celebrating on the foxons lawn

So winter had passed, here comes the sun
its about time for another toil to come.
we found our place, high on the moor
far away from those who may tell the law
we didn't bother no one except for the sheep
we danced all night and had no sleep
it was real hardwork but worth the while,
to see everyone happy made us smile

New year again, doesn't time fly
rain in the air and a darker sky
so we found our spot and set up the load,
only for snow to block the road
so we had to delay to the next friday night,
we took our time and made it just right.
heaters for warmth and innertubes for seats,
lots of dj's to churn out the beats.
outside was cold and rain in the sky,
inside was warm and everybody dry.

Summer again and the moors come alive,
Hundreds of people all having a jive.
two area's of music and a shack for tea,
a right big fire and folk to see.
the rain was relentless, it pissed all night.
and for that reason it could have been shite.
but everyone was happy, dancing in the rain.
the supping some tea to quench the pain.
The biggest toil yet, but where was the dome?
It was suppose to be summer so we left it at home!

Sorry our friends, but disaster soon struck,
Winter was here and we ran out of luck.
The wind was wild as we erected the dome,
we got it up and thought of home.
we did all we could and left for the night,
to return in the morning and find a bomb site!
the wind had won that was our all,
one of the domes smashed through a wall!
thats now forgotten, the future lasts for miles
see you all soon, and bring those smiles.

The Captain