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County Fair

Summer swelter on an August night
You can feel the heat in the air
Carnival lights and cars in the grass
It’s time for the county fair
French fries and burgers
Candy cotton sticky fingers
Ferris wheels, spinning wheels
The memory still lingers
Dust on your shoes
As we walked holding hands
Kids fishing for prizes
A line of concession stands
Local band trying to make its mark
Dancing on grass under a tent
Walking around until well past dark
Win a Teddy by pitching a cent
Ice cream soda was a special treat
Greasy pole was a funny sight
Admiring the car with the rumble seat
Fireworks on closing night
Special memories of days gone by
My mind often takes me there
Back when love was a country girl
And we went to the county fair.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

July 26, 2012 at 6:34 AM

Congratulations on your placement in Lisa's "Unnamed County Fair"contest Vince. Love, Carol

Nette Onclaud

July 24, 2012 at 12:10 PM

i want to go to this fair! congrats on your shining win,vince!..:) huggs!

David Williams

July 23, 2012 at 3:23 AM

Vince congrats on your win, love it..David

Janetta Harrington

June 6, 2009 at 12:20 AM

oh, how i too love the fair. i got in a lot of trouble there a couple of times too. great memories. smiling, janetta

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

May 7, 2009 at 10:36 AM

Dear Vince, Reminiscing, You paint a picture I use to live So vivid so real my country girl's name was Bonnie Thanks to YOU I hold her hand again ALWAYS...HG

Charlene Bird

May 6, 2009 at 2:31 PM

I always enjoyed those county fairs, being on the arm of a worthy beau winning me a teddy bear. Such sweet memories that we carry with us and we still dwell on today. I do love the flow of this piece.

Brian Strand

May 5, 2009 at 11:06 AM

Moments written in memory now echo in all our memories Vince.Excellent we have certainly lost something along the way.I think its called family & duty.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

David Smalling

May 4, 2009 at 4:38 AM

Brother, where are you from? where did you get this? I can feel every line ... been in every moment of it ... great write.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

April 30, 2009 at 7:35 PM

Thinking about the 'Good Ole Days' and the fun times of our youth seems to have a way of taking us right back there, just as your poem has done. The dusty feet, the french fries. It's all there. Nice write, Vince. Keep writing. D S-J

Carolyn Devonshire

April 29, 2009 at 5:55 PM

Your poem evokes wonderful memories for many of us -- I see your readers are unanimous on this. But your words are so vivid. I can feel the "sticky fingers" and the spinning of the ferris wheel. Ice cream sodas were heaven sent and I often "fished" for prizes. Thank you so much for transporting me to happy days at the county fair. Great write! Love, Carolyn

Keith Bickerstaffe

April 29, 2009 at 5:51 AM

'...when love was a country girl,' lovely! Sweet reminiscences of times gone by... what a shame. I wrote one very similar to this based on the fair featured in the movie 'Doc Hollywood,' one of my all time favourites. Best wishes, Keith

Carrie Richards

April 28, 2009 at 3:10 PM

We have a little home-town country fair each end of summer...exactly how you describe it. So fun to take the grandkids, and look at all the 4-H animals!! Always eat too much junk food....but the sights and smells take me back to my own hometown fair!