A day at the fest

Enter the grounds,
senses become bombarded.

Which to follow first?

Run! Laugh! Discover.

Discover first the smell,

it will lead to taste.

Avoid the Guinness-toting

mussel guzzling patrons;

Instead grab some cheese curds.

Let your ear guide you,

follow the echo of music.

See the bow gliding,

feel the beat of the bodhran,

hear the lilt of the flute.

Watch carefully all around,

mind the wee ones playing.
See Alana gulp down

mashed potatoes so fast;

cheer as she wins.

Take a seat for the day,

hoping for a clear view.

See the curls bounce,

hear the shoes clatter;

Marvel as the dancers fly.

Shopping bag in hand,

head towards the gates.

Hear the music grow faint,

pass under the shamrocks;

and wish Irishfest wasn't over.