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),
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,