The Fair Poem by Lucky You
The Fair
The butterflies in my stomach,
Eating at my gut like starved lions.
The nervous sweat on my brow,
Hot as a wildfire, salty as the ocean,
It stings my eyes.
The breeze rushes in my ears,
And thunders like a raging river.
She chomps at the bit,
Ready as a rabbit.
A deep breath,
Crisp as the first frost.
This is the fair.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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4/25/2024 2:09:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely poem. I like this one very much. Bien!