First Fair

I recollect when I was younger,

I first visited a county fair.

The air smelled sweet, the night was warm,

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The noise of rides engulfed the air.

First came the barn of livestock,

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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.