Call it A Trip Down Memory Lane if you will, this
opening day visit t’ Farm Fantastic; ok, it wasn’t
like in olden days, when the agenda had weight,
but we were candidly brethren back then; that’s
back when we’d farmed avocados auspiciously:
it was how we made our living - until retirement;
but things did get changed a bit in between - &,
weirdly, we were soon perplexed by differences
Tho it seemed we weren’t th' only bemused set;
some o’ th’ exhibitors couldn’t find a way t’ gain
entry - and volunteers, supposedly manning the
gates, were just as lost explaining how and why
whomever went wherever; so we queued like th’
patient sheep we were supposed t’ be & waited
Soon we could see all ‘entry rules’ were patently
about collecting a cash-only fee, & ATMs were in
prominence next to designated entry gates such
th’ deed’s done with antiseptic efficacy, & thusly
ushering us into an arena’s atmosphere were th’
ol’ Country ways gracefully returned to us again
Will there be a visit next year - we’ll wait & see…
© 2 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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