Country Fair

Old traditions

Country brought to life again

We smell a wet grassy field

Hear the twang of banjos and the screeeeeeeeeech

Of fiddles

Smell roasting ham and sausages

Look at growing pumpkins

Wish for times gone

People gone

Farmers and craftsmen

Thoughts and ideas gone

Integrity, industry

That's what I think of

Amidst all the music, food

And memories

At

The 

Country Fair

This poem is about: 
My country

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