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Darke County Senior Scribe
It’s Fair Time
Again
By Lois Wilson
Once again Senior Scribe Poet Laureate Lois Wilson is on top of our
favorite times of the year with her insightful look at the important
events of the day.
This time it’s the Great Darke County Fair. Wilson offers four poems,
each addressing a different look at what visitors will find during fair
week… check them out: Hair Raising, Milking TV, Medlesome Moo-Ves
and Under a Cloud.
Wilson's completed set - five volumes - of published poetry is now
available and is offered as a fundraiser for the Senior Scribes
Scholarship Fund. Enjoy great poetry and help a local youngster attend
college. For additional information, contact
editor@countynewsonline.org.
HAIR-RAISING
The girl thought the scene weird.
The main mob mostly cheered;
A few people just jeered.
As she cautiously neared,
She found what she had feared.
A man’s prize-winning beard
Had been forcibly sheared.
When the police appeared,
The crowd was slowly cleared.
The old man stroked his chin.
Relieved, he cried, “Oh me!
I will be back to win—
Next time for best goatee!”
Lois E. Wilson
© 2012 Lois E. Wilson
MILKING TV
The cow and calf earned dollars few.
The farmer pondered what to do:
“I think I know the way to go,
A bovine reality show,
And I’ll call it ‘Money Moo Moo!’”
Lois E. Wilson
© 2014 Lois E. Wilson
MEDDLESOME MOO-VES
Bossy, the cow, really liked her name.
The other cows wanted to ban it.
“It casts us in a negative way;
Change it to Flossie to end our shame.”
“Girls, my name’s assertive, don’t pan it.
It gives me clout in the barnyard game;
It’s my strength, so I’ll never can it.
Me—flighty, flirty, Flossie? I say no!
My character fits Bossy, I say so!”
Lois E. Wilson
© 2014 Lois E. Wilson
UNDER A CLOUD
Yes, caught in the drought’s deadly clutch,
He thought there might be a chance.
He taught others an old rain dance;
They topped it with a tribal touch.
What he sought rose fast to his knee,
Water as far as all could see.
Everyone knew that it was such—
They all had danced much too much.
Lois E. Wilson
© 2015 Lois E. Wilson
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