Kevin Pyne, of Lake Street, Dartmouth, writes:

I have got my badge and my music festival programme, and all I can say is: ‘Let’s bring it on.’ Oh, and my late wife loved it, so now her family have to love it for her.

Rock around the harbour

Sea shanty up the quay

Go posh and pay there

In the Flavel

Or at the bandstand listen

To the music all for free

Buy a yellow book there

With a bit of blue

And yet why would you

Change in when you had

Got it right already

As it seems

Such a strange thing to do

Put a banknote there in

The collector’s bucket

As you pick up on the beat

Because all this groovy

Music costs a lot to keep

Listen down at Alfie’s

Listen in the old fort

As for seventy odd hours

Or so our town becomes

A musical holiday resort

So shall I see you in

The old market when

Sax appeal gets everything

Underway

Or up at Saint Saviours

When there is opera

Or as the classical pianist

Mesmerises as they play?

Listen in the pubs to old

Favourites, hum or sing

Those long-remembered songs

As there is a lot of music

To take in as Friday

Becomes all day Saturday

Before Sunday comes along

Sit out in the gardens

And hear music at its best

As when was man ever more

Amiable or comfortable

Then when listening to music

While chilled and at rest?

Rock around the harbour

Ballads by the sea

Folk groups in the Guildhall

And oh what a lovely way

This coming weekend for

Our small town to want to be

I thought I saw a ghost there

Who looked a lot like you

It was listening to a solo

Guitarist as you so often

Liked so very much to do

Music in the back streets

Music by the Boatfloat as

The boats bob up and down

Oh what a way to spend

A weekend and take in

The musical buzz and vibes

As they indeed make for

An uplifting, happy town.