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It's that time of year all right. Time for county and state fairs to be held across the nation.
I love it.
If you haven't visited a county fair lately, make sure you take the time. There's just something about the 4-H barns, the sounds of the midway, and the smell of warm pretzels, funnel cakes, or elephant ears. Some fairs can be like walking through a time-warp these days, presenting an opportunity to rediscover a little of what made youth so precious.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with a poem I wrote about a child visiting the local county fair.
First Fair
By Lincoln Rogers, 2002
I recollect when I was younger,
I first visited the county fair.
The air smelled sweet, the night was warm,
The noise of rides engulfed the air.
First came the barn of livestock,
Full of cows and goats and sheep.
My feet skipped up and down the aisles,
While my heart wanted to leap.
One hand held cotton candy,
While the other held my dad.
I’d get it all on my good shirt,
But that night it wasn’t bad.
Dad brought me through the midway,
Full of sound and neon light.
From my perch atop his head,
A world of wonder enthralled my sight.
I remember happy weariness,
As he tucked me into bed.
“How ‘bout the fair tomorrow?”
Were the best words he ever said.
Have a good one, Pards. And visit a county fair this year. You won't be sorry.
Lincoln
www.lincolnrogers.com
I love it.
If you haven't visited a county fair lately, make sure you take the time. There's just something about the 4-H barns, the sounds of the midway, and the smell of warm pretzels, funnel cakes, or elephant ears. Some fairs can be like walking through a time-warp these days, presenting an opportunity to rediscover a little of what made youth so precious.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with a poem I wrote about a child visiting the local county fair.
First Fair
By Lincoln Rogers, 2002
I recollect when I was younger,
I first visited the county fair.
The air smelled sweet, the night was warm,
The noise of rides engulfed the air.
First came the barn of livestock,
Full of cows and goats and sheep.
My feet skipped up and down the aisles,
While my heart wanted to leap.
One hand held cotton candy,
While the other held my dad.
I’d get it all on my good shirt,
But that night it wasn’t bad.
Dad brought me through the midway,
Full of sound and neon light.
From my perch atop his head,
A world of wonder enthralled my sight.
I remember happy weariness,
As he tucked me into bed.
“How ‘bout the fair tomorrow?”
Were the best words he ever said.
Have a good one, Pards. And visit a county fair this year. You won't be sorry.
Lincoln
www.lincolnrogers.com
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