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
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