Yellow, Green Wisconsin,
Sunday afternoon,
County fair... bugs buzz,
Typical of July,
Grassy paths move between sweet breads and carnival cons,
Squeaky clicks bang, People laugh on rides,
And I smile, reflecting the soft, shy smiles,
Of my son, wondering on his first fair carousel ride,
Oriental music breathing out deep fried air,
Lemonade and popcorn,
Jolly horses, Noble roosters, Severe dragons,
Dance up and down around my boy.