Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Fanatic

I’m a fan of fans, I am,
In any shape or form,
From window box to ceiling-hung
Or those beyond the norm.

They gently stir a breeze around
To keep the heat at bay
And when the sweat starts dripping down,
They help it dry away.

On days when it is brutal out,
A.C.’s the better choice,
Yet fans don’t get the dues they’re owed
So let me be their voice.

Remember folding paper fans
When you were just a kid?
I always felt so grateful
For the cooling that they did.

And in my first apartment
When I couldn’t pay for air,
A box fan in my window
Made it comfy to be there.

So become a fan fanatic
And acknowledge this device
Which won’t cool us off completely,
But enough to feel quite nice.

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Trevor Mcleod July 2, 2014 at 2:05 PM Very well done Ilene. I love how your thoughts are all over the place. That's your strength.

Robert Johnson June 19, 2014 at 10:59 AM Great tribute ilene to a technology that is far from obsolete. Whether folded or electrified, at times it can't be beat. :)

Andrea Dietrich June 17, 2014 at 3:32 PM oh my , how I remember those days lying in front of the fan in my bedroom as a child in the sweltering humid Iowa nights. My mom made us put them on the "outdraft" and I wanted so badly for it to face me!! this one is so "cool" hahaha