Timothy A. Hess
The County Fair - Poem by Timothy A. Hess
The County Fair
My favorite time of the year is when I get to travel to the county fair,
I really enjoy all the sights, sounds and smells with all the flair.
I spent many a year as a crew chief for a hot air balloon team,
The first full weekend was our time to fly. I wish I had my pictures from the balloon soaring over the picturesque scene.
I liked to walk through the barns and check out the prize winning cows,
Then listened to the auctioneer selling the blue ribbon sows.
I really love the flavors of the home made ice cream cones,
With all the food you can buy, I’m glad I don’t have to take out a bunch of bank loans.
I have always wanted to be a judge, so I can sample all the cookies and cakes,
I do admire people that can give Aunt Bea a run for their money when they bake.
It’s a joy to watch the children at the petting zoo,
But you have to be careful where you step with all the animal poo.
It’s fun to get all the free goodies in the commerical building,
Collecting all the pencils, magnets and note pads, also getting information where you can get your phone a brand new ring.
One time I got to see the late Johnny Cash perform at the fair,
Then watch the tractor pull, the noise almost cost me my hair.
My favorite thing is getting to play all the water games, those are the only ones I can beat.
Did I mention all the food, especially the BBQ chicken and meat.
Checking out the midway and wondering which ride I want to explore,
I just hope when it is over, I don’t turn dizzy and land face first on the floor.
I can’t help it since this is one of my happiest times for me,
I get so excited that I am all smiles and filled with glee.
So this year you want to get filled with tingles,
Support your local 4-H and a day of fun. What else can you do with the loose change and the few extra singles.
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