Daleen Enslinstrydom (25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)
The school fair
The time of year had come again
when our school was having a fair.
Letters that beg and plea
for helping hands,
and things from the pantry,
the garage and grandma’s showcase
was on the list
and things like butter and syrup,
cinnamon, jams, wheat-flower and jelly
and almost everything under the sun
was asked for.
Impatiently mum signed the letter
that she will give her time
to help bake crépes at the school.
The day of the fair finally came
and balloons and streamers
decorated the school walls
and old and young came
to join in the fun.
People lined up to take part in the games
and tried to win something from the raffle tables.
The jaffles and crépes and sausage-rolls
literally flew out of the hands
of the ladies that was preparing the food
but to me a school fair
would not be a school fair
without the pudding table.
The colourful jellies,
baked puddings and homemade custard
was the most enjoyable food of the day.
The local band
was playing folk music on the porch
and some people were dancing on the lawn.
At four o’clock
the highlight of the day started
and all of the boys
and men in the neighbourhood
did take part
and I was the only girl
as I wanted to show
that girls and boys are even in life.
That night I could not fall asleep
as my thoughts was still at the fair
and it had been the best fair of them all
because I had caught the piglet.
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