ANNUAL FAIR

The fair rolls in, a yearly treat,
Down dusty lanes, on dancing feet.
The tents are raised, the banners fly,
Beneath a warm and cheerful sky.

Folks gather round, with smiles so wide,
Old friends meet, side by side.
The air is filled with laughter's sound,
As happiness spills all around.

The children run, a joyful chase,
With painted faces, full of grace.
They chase the bubbles, light and free,
A sight of pure, unburdened glee.

A sugared plum, a spinning top,
From market stalls, they never stop.
They clutch their treasures, bright and bold,
Worth more than silver, bought and sold.

The music plays, a lively tune,
Beneath the rising of the moon.
Another year, the fair departs,
Leaving joy within our hearts.