Washington County Fair

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #255 – Calliope Music
We’ve stepped into August as Summer rolls along and the air is strong with carnivals and county and state fairs.

So, here is the prompt: write a memory of one of those events (carnival, County or State fair) or of any aspect of one of those.

“Hey mister, want to pet my pig?”
That was a first. Not wanting
to burst the kid’s bubble, we
followed him into the pen
to stroke the gray and pink
pig he had raised himself.
The pig responded with a grunt.

Walk through stalls of assorted
animals from horses and cows
to bunnies and sheep, most eager
to be petted.  Blue ribbons were
awarded, and the pig race

was a hoot.

Every place you stood, scent
of powdered sugar funnel cakes,
corn dogs, and caramel corn
assaulted the senses. To wash
it all down, a tall strawberry
lemonade.

Jewelry and clothing booths
abounded. Palm readers
and artists of temporary
tattoos seemed to be around
each corner. For the kids,
a multitude of rides,
and bounce houses.

We waited with anticipation
each year for the Washington
County Fair to arrive. Still
missing those pig races.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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