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My Fellow and I at the County Fair*

One day my fellow and I went to the county fair.
He really didn’t want to go because he didn’t have much hair.
I said, “That’s alright, don’t worry about your hair,
Let’s not be late to the fair.”
We went for a ride on the Ferris wheel.
We both thought that was a big deal.
We even though the cost of the ride was a steal.
We had our picture taken, that was even a bigger deal.
We walked all over the fairground.
We even rode the merry-go-round.
We also rode many other rides on the fairground.
That could be found.
He entered a contest calling hogs.
He won that contest calling hogs.
Then he said, “Let’s enter a contest calling dogs.”
I said, “How about calling it a night
Before we become a bad sight?”
He just laughed and said, “I never go home before light.”
I said, “I’m ready to call it a night.”
I said, “It’s really been great,”
But for me it’s late.”
He said, “I guess for you it’s late.”
I said, “For you too, great-grandfather.”

Margaret Worley
United States
(*previously published poem
  and contest winner in Noble
Now Here: Creative Inspirations Email Poetry Publication
Runaway Horse

Off in a leap
And a dash.
Everything in our path was crumbled
And smashed.

I held on tight as I could.
But closed my eyes as the trees
And fences fell to the ground
And crashed.

Oh, no, I’m not going off here.
I plan to stay.
The faster you get the tighter my hold.
I don’t know why you’re acting this way.

My heart was pounding
And I was so out of breath
I could hardly

After an half hour he began to slow.
Just ahead I noticed a tree branch
That swung down too low.
I ducked and tightened my hold to avoid the blow.

When he came to a stop
I slid off.
From over the hill came a loud pop.
He shook his head, pulled away and ran off.

Margaret Worley
United States