Playing At The County Fair Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Playing at the county fair.
The bus pulled up to the gate.
All you could see was the ferris wheel.
As we rolled through the gate, we could see people all around.
Cowboys and cowgirls and old and young.
At eight pm, we rolled out on to the stage.
Ready to sing our hearts out.
When in the group we hear play Flowers on the wall.
They all screamed as the song finished then we broke into another
How Great Thou art. The crowed went slightly and they all stood still.
As we played at the county fair