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