Wayne Orr

In the vibrant buzz of the festival’s throng,
My wife, my dog, and I, we stroll along.
The air alive with music, laughter, cheer,
A perfect day for us to wander here.

My wife’s hand in mine, a gentle squeeze,
Her smile as bright as the summer breeze.
Our dog, tail wagging, sniffs the festive air,
Bounding with joy, without a single care.

Booths line the path, colors bold and bright,
Crafts and treats, a delightful sight.
We pause for a moment, share a sweet,
Our laughter mingles with the festival’s beat.

Children run past, their faces full of glee,
Kites soar above, dancing wild and free.
We weave through the crowd, a happy trio,
My wife, my dog, and I, hearts aglow.

As the sun dips low, casting golden hues,
We find a quiet spot, just us to muse.
Reflecting on the day, the joy we’ve shared,
Grateful for this life, and the love we’ve spared.

In the festival’s glow, we find our peace,
A simple walk, yet memories that won’t cease.
My wife, my dog, and I, together we tread,
In the heart of the festival, where love is spread.