AN OLD COUNTRY FAIR

There’s nothing quite as fun
As an old country fair,
That you may find nestled
In a field with everyone there
From the farms all around,
And many a stranger found.

What is the main attraction?
It is hard to say, for you see
It may differ to your liking,
Whatever that may be.

Some like the great big tractors
Gleaming all bright and new.
Others like all the animals
As they are groomed for the view
Of many an admiring glance,
And for the prize a chance.

Others like the craft stalls,
Things made with loving care
When the hard days work is done.
Then work hard for the fair
To make a wooden chest
Or a hand embroidered vest.

Then there is the food tent
Where everyone goes to eat.
All the goodies are home made,
Part of the country fair’s treat.

But what I like the very best
Is just mixing with the crowd,
To see their happy faces smile,
Some of them are real proud,
For Rosie or Ben had won.
So worth all the hard work done.
So go and find a country fair,
Find out what you like best,
Buy a hand made wooden horse
Or that embroidered vest.
Go see the tractors, animals too.
Then remember it all winter through.

M Ann Margetson. April 4 1998 ©

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