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The County Fair
Edwin C. Ranck


Oh, let's go out to the county fair
And breathe the balmy country air,
And whittle a stick and look at the hosses,
Discuss the farmer's profit and losses.

We'll take a look at the country stock
And drink some milk from a dairy crock;
Look at the pigs and admire the chickens,
And try to forget it's hot as the dickens.

Forget there are any political rings
Just think of the butter and eggs and things;
So wash off the buggy and hitch up the mare,
And we'll all go out to the county fair.


This poem is in the public domain.


Edwin Carty Ranck was born in 1879 in Lexington, Kentucky. His father was a writer and newspaper editor. After attending Harvard, Edwin followed in his father's footsteps and became a journalist, writing at one point for the New York Times.


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Darrell Arnold:
I love this poem. It is snappy, clever, funny, accurate, and brings back many memories of county fairs past in my life. Those "vintage" poets knew how to get to the point in rhyme and meter.
Posted 10/28/2022 09:25 AM
Wilda Morris:
Another poet with whom I am not familiar - and a fun poem. I don't think I ever went to a county fair, but my friend's dad took me along with his family to the All Iowa Fair when I was in high school. We had a great time!
Posted 10/28/2022 08:42 AM

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