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Hungarian Festival

"Hungarian Festival" Pro bono bands gradually allure the crowds Their effort is unmatched while working unique instruments To make people understand where they came from Let us not forget our many predecessors as they sing About the land beyond our own Loud speakers tantalize throughout the day A foreign and beautiful demonstration of national pride Adorned in gowns and bonnets of floweresque appearance Little girls dance about in the street displaying lessons they were taught Cute little sensations build the fantasy and wisp so many away To a place they never knew of others and their founding roots A new experience teaches newcomers that their world is not the only one Where a rich culture runs flamboyant, it is a rare chance to shine Spices in the air fill ones nose with enchanting scents from every food station Dishes of colbasse and saur kraut put together with loving care The dilemma of so many is because their stomachs are only so big But good spirits will come not from a cup but from the heart As good people try tirelessly to share themselves with others The museum evokes a thoughtfulness for the furniture and paintings Century old representations that the Hungarians were always clever Sculpted pottery of undecided interpretation warm you up for the air blown glass These people are to envy for a world outside our own They are bountiful and harmonious and plentiful An inspiration to make our own contribution We should all be as complete as them

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/13/2013 8:43:00 AM
Wonderful descriptions. I greatly enjoyed this poem.
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Date: 10/13/2013 1:35:00 AM
Karl... CONGRATULATIONS:) on having your poem featured on the soups HOME PAGE. goodnight. <3 =LINDA=
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Date: 9/1/2011 10:42:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your poetry Karl. Love, Carol
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