Our county fair runs this week, and I love to go and reminisce. I was a member of 4-H for several years as a child, and it was one of my happiest memories. I raised and showed poultry (and one goat) for the fair, so when I go and visit, that's the barn I like to go through most. I love the sights and sounds, the kids, the birds, even the smells! I took my notebook with me this year, and wrote down all the sensory details that I could, and lo and behold, a poem emerged!
The Poultry Barn
Belt buckles shine
Visit Tabatha for the poetry roundup this week at Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference.