As per usual I had to get my head out of a grump before me and the crew (partner, three kids 13, 12, 10) strolled to the train station. Finally out of place in my brain and as soon as we were on board the carriage, my homemade song began to flow, with which I was asked to not act on(see "I have a problem to admit" ) apparently this was not the place.
We get off the train still laughing having fun, to my delight the place was empty downwards rails ready for smooth sliding.
Done the first rail! Along Came another, this one was perfect hitting burning Rubber, yes; there was a bit of regret after.
Strolling off down to the sea, the festival called paddle Round The Pier waits for me
We get there and have to walk through, looking at all the things my budget won't allow me to do or things I can't have.
Finally the main stage with music, what I've been waiting for! they play hardcore rock not my sort of thing.
Wonder back to the tent we just passed before, to find really young kids about to perform
The Beat kicks in, body popping begins the crowd is clapping, the energy is buzzing. In between the acts they announce there'll be a workshop, of course me and a bit of my crew attend this event.
30 of us try to learn the routine, have a few laughs the crowd seems pleased.
Then the time comes for the freestyle attack, unrestricted me and the girls are ready to let everything out.
The bass hitting hard
Beat going fast
My feet crisscrossing
I go for a flip over
The hands go down
Then over I... Yes! I land.
So chuffed I carry on
laying straight down
then flip back up
My girl gives me five with eyes opened wide, she's ready to share her fire Inside.
The way she moves is so beautiful to watch, her passion and energy, like she was made for this stuff. Back to me and I'm feeling pumped, leaping caterpillar I suddenly attempt! I'm in the air, down on my arms, start lowering myself and I swear a rib popped, at that point I had to admit my age, left them to it and exited the stage.
Rest of the hours dancing having frolicking fun, live bands and loved ones nothing more I could want.
Thanks to all my fam
Dealing with my grumpy pants
It don't last for long
Then I'm back to being, D man
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A friend said they liked this so I thought why not share it. Due to struggling with written English work, I've never tried this. Sorry if it's difficult for the academically minded people, I'm still learning ;)
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Oh how alive both the verse and the video - could feel the flow and the rhythm and was out there having a go at that dance with you and the family - great last stanza too Dan - - or should I be calling you D-man !! Lovely stuff.
In also Batdan but I'll save that story for another time. It was a fantastic day that I'll never forget, thank you letting me know that it came across with my passion for life! And all I have to do is put down what happens lol
A fun write and video Dan!
Thank you so much, although it took a while to get over the pain of dancing all day 😉
Was a bit scared to read this, in case it brought on a swoon - erm 'frolicking?' heehee.
Hang on! Have I not seen you here already 😉
Nothing like having some family fun Dan. ; )
Glad you agree my friend, really appreciate your words
Days like that are like the icing on the cake! You did a tremendous job, PD!
thank as always buddy, I take the job of life very seriously 😉
That icing is very sweet too!
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