After cicadas finish buzzing in the hot afternoon
Cooling dusk tiptoes up
And gently pushes you inside.
Fresh sweet corn stands
Lure you to the side of the road
To buy dinner to take home and shuck.
In the garden mums and sedum
Can hardly contain themselves
But yet tantalize with their buds closed.
The fairgrounds are set and dressed
Bountiful beautiful welcoming
A holiday table for all to come home to.
See you at the Fair.