The County Fair

The child in me cannot resist
The call of that remembered sound.
My ears direct my eager feet
To that old-time merry-go-round.
The horses with their gilded manes
Are prancing as in days of old,
And as I watch their circling race
It's as if Daddy's hand I hold.
Recalling how he lifted me
To the broad back of brightest steed.
He'd stay to see I didn't fall;
It was a thrilling ride indeed.

My mama entered canned preserves
In competition at the fair.
She always acted so surprised
At the blue ribbon lying there.
My brother liked the shooting games,
Or pitching for enormous bear;
While Daddy never missed the cows
And horses at the county fair.
Cotton candy and candied corn,
Hot dogs, hamburgers, lemonade.
I ate 'til I could eat no more;
Sweet memories that never fade.

It came in August every year
Fun for us all, there to be found.
My greatest fun at county fair,
Riding on the merry-go-round.

By: Joyce 8/4/03