Smells I savor of funnel cakes, cotton candy,
and crave a candy apple, with a soda.
Ringing in my ears the noise and haste,
of rides running, music playing, carnival
men yelling as I walk casually by, “First ball
free, if you knock ’em down, you’ll take home
this large teddy bear.”
Smiling, I move toward the foul odor
of the barn, animals on display, in their own
cages, manure piles, waiting to be fed from
How do you like to go up in a swing?
Me, I ride those first, letting them lift me
higher as they whirl me around, wind in my hair.
Fair in town!
@ donetta sifford 7-13-2013