Creativ-ID @ Bunkfest
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Creativ-ID was a huge success at the Bunkfest back in September and is now getting prepared to display the hard work of those who attended the Creativ-ID tent, in the old Waitrose, in the centre of Wallingford
The display will include the poem and mural which will be displayed from Wednesday 25th November.
If you cannot wait until then here is a glance at the poem or click here to hear the Bunkfest sound diary:
What lifted my spirit at the Bunkfest
Bunkfest starts, radio, street fair music, song and dance, a moonlit night, a warm sunny day, a sense of romance.
A line of kids’ faces, entranced by the show,
like a Mexican wave, break into smiles.
Getting my nails painted bright green.
Bouncing on the bouncy, bouncy castle.
Filled with excitement at the rays of the sun as the bunk celebrations have just begun
Friends and families smiling in the sunshine, sharing music, dance, and crafts,
watching, listening, clapping, all together.
Eating and drinking, our cares and worries put aside.
Bells and steam and a cider stream.
Drinking and dancing and fun in the sun.
Drawing me on the Bunkfest mural!
Mild summer madness has come
to my market town.
A community coming together, all that’s good about England and being English.
We clapped, we jigged whilst the wee Irish dancers jived.
And all the patterns court in rhymes, the turning of the flailing dance, under copper sun and music-weighted breeze
All ages, all types, united by putting their worries to one side,
feeling the music, feeling the fun,
if only life was like this all the time.
Lord we, love this vibrant town and pray your blessing may come down
That people here may see your face and know the joy of saving grace
The realisation that hope is NOT the denial of reality
Ompha ompha stick it up your hippy loose knit jumper
Sportsbag lifted my spirits at this Bunkfest, as they rocked the Oxfam!
I love to dance and be myself
I dined with mammals of all shapes and sizes
The town is bursting with bells ,
So it must be Bunkfest again
Let them ring, let the dancing begin.
We’re going to the Bunkfest on an early day. We look at Bunkfest, we look at everything, my mum says no no no to everything
I came to the festival and I court my daddy eating doughnuts
Morris dancers skip,
Sticks clashing and bells jingling
Bright colours dancing
Families having a happy relaxed day out
It was just hypnotic music and children dancing
Mr Alexanders smile, happy and sad all at once
The violinists thighs...
Carnival gathering magical unexpected joyful human enjoyment
Difference old young culture music dance trade animals
And this is the closing line, to the Wallingford Bunkfest Poem 2009.