Country music week
Country Music Week
Neat, tidy, polished town, just for the week.
In come the visitors and the country music they seek.
The kegs run dry, these are thirsty times.
Escape the thoughts of their hectic lives.
The hot, super radiated, summer heat.
In their tents they marinate like meat.
No overnight cool off, just a steady bake.
In the shade of some trees, refuge they will take.
Ten gallon hats, boots and tight jeans.
The biggest belt buckles you have ever seen.
Lay the belt buckle in the hot sun.
Brake out the sausages, the feast has begun.
Beers for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The girls are looking fitter and thinner.
The night becomes a blur as beer turns to rum.
It’s the Tamworth country music festival of fun.
© Deon Heemskerk 27-1-2012