Well, I am trying to put everything together into one blog entry. 
I am showing a poem I wrote about a favorite childhood memory - going to the county fair. 
Some years I spent most of the week there, with my brother and sis and grandmother. 
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  Did I mention it is the best and largest county fair in the U.S.A.?? Or so I was told...
The Great Darke County Fair by Joyce V. 
Our town the best. Our county, without question, was the best. 
Here was The Best farmland, glacier-scrubbed and rich for the plow.
And as a child, I agreed. 
I loved the fair food, 
the fried scones dripping with butter and honey, 
cotton candy, fudge of every color and flavor.
 I loved the parade (always held on Thursday),
I loved the parade (always held on Thursday), with 4-H floats and horses and 
bands trooping around the track. 
I loved the rides, the noise, the games, 
the mysterious mustachioed fat lady.
I toured the free exhibits in the Coliseum.
I visited my uncle’s cows,
and my cousin’s pigs in the fair barns.
I studied the quilts, the needlework,
the jars of jam with blue ribbons. Yes, it’s true; our fair is the Best fair of all.
 Yes, it’s true; our fair is the Best fair of all.
The biggest, the most fun of all
In my memory, the GREAT Darke County Fair
Lives on forever, superlatives intact. 




 










































