Farmer Fred Goes To the Festival
Here’s the word I heard
From Farmer Fred, who said;
“I went to the Downtown Festival!
There were food trucks, a live band,
Local brewed beers, vendors lined Main Street
Hawking their wares. Nancy and I grabbed
An Octoberfest and walked into the park.
Found a seat on the base of a statue
To some honored man with a rifle.”
Now Fred’s eyes began to glisten
And I had to concentrate to listen.
“Four little girls were perched on the
Barrel of an old iron cannon. First damn
Good thing I’ve ever seen about a cannon.
Six youngsters were climbing the branches
Of a Cedar tree. A brother and sister were
Parked at the base of another statue both
Licking and wearing ice cream cones.
People were dancing in the street and I,
A grown man, sipped my beer and cried.”
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