Love At The Fair

Of all things man has come to fashion
Our finest is the fair,
Where once an innocent plot or field,
Bares reprieve from tribulation’s snare,
And as dusk gives way to the flickering universe
The masses arrive from all around,
Playing games, singing songs, and laughing at fear,
A heavenly sight and sound.

The envious stars take a back seat tonight
To the flamboyant lights of the fair,
Chasing hot dog trails and funnel cake dreams,
The sweetened summertime air,
Holding hands among a sea of happiness,
And kissing on every crazy ride,
Then closing the night on the Wonder Wheel
Where he asks her to be his bride.

Written by Mark L. Berryann 2011 ©

Gerard Lebel
A sweet and tender poem of love at the Fair. It's nice to go back and read some older posts once in a while and find worthy, feel good reads such as this one!!! Happy days....Jerry (*_*)

James T. Adair
Fair season is almost here. Great place for lovers to enjoy together

Ben Gieske
Thanks for picking all the nice things about the fair. You have a special reason to remember this one.

kath
Oh happy days! The waltzer and the Wall of Death were always my rides of choice! But who can resist Hook a Duck and the shooting range! Got my first goldfish at the fair! What memories your delightfully observed poem evokes Mark! :) kath xxx

Sandra Martyres
Nice entertaining write about love at the fair Mark....

Dream Weaver
ah memories of the fairs of teenage years flood back. wonderful image filled piece of poetry Mark:)