Tish

The beautiful Didge playing
glastonbury old school
The Goddess and Green man
The only place where
The occult and the magic
Is sold with true care
By Tish an employee
Who always is there
The warmest of hugs
So willing to share

The gentlest touch
A lass with such verve
Caring and sharing
On a magical curve
A resolute spirit
She works there alone
The brightest of light
Which is clearly unknown

By so many, who enter
To faithfully ply
She quietly purveys
With such joy in her eye
To breathe and discover
Termite energy
And converts
it to song
And heartfelt melody

Circular breathing
Great energy drawn
A patient embrace
For her its a Dawn
An awakening coming
Returning to greet
Her true understanding
Knowing she doth meet
Those notes of expression
A Balinese Dream
A whispering message
From the ant structured team

Her son took it to her
That resonance she
Needed and slowly
She, faithfully
Is returning with candour
To reach a dream state
For exchanging her breath
For a tuneful debate

Tenderly painstakingly
Exchanging her soul
Rewarded with song
With such control
Getting back to the way
That marriage before
Of her heart changing state
And the melody raw

Seeing her yesterday
All the fresh stock
This women of gift
Giving such a great lift
To the Glastonbury aura
The street of acclaim
She the epitome
To the towns fame