So much fun to share together with those one loves all within contrasting situations. It makes for a great poem. Perfumed guy with after-shave to contrast with horse-sweat and the horse.
Ha. Nice love story you got there. Have you ever see Longest Ride? Horses, stock, have an interesting affect on us.
Off the subject a bit, but had a boy I worked with that was quite disturbed, but get him around horses, get him to grooming them - he was a total different person. Calm, loving.
Thanks for taking me the fair filled with all those scents. My guilty pleasure at a fair is vinegar french fries..oh they are so bad for you but taste yummy..
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Close this window Jump to comment formWonderful story! Sounds like good times at the fair. Enjoy your weekend!
September 19, 2015 at 11:19 AM
Hi Gail! There is so much in this poem to crow about~ I love how you added the edges and then the air of romance! Lovely, so happy you joined in!
September 19, 2015 at 11:33 AM
You paint a lovely painting with your words.
September 19, 2015 at 11:49 AM
sounds, sights, scents bring back memory's so quickly. as i read i could see and hear and smell the county fair again. no kisses for me though.
September 19, 2015 at 1:00 PM
Gail, such a sweet memory. My hubby and I still love to go to fairs and tour all the livestock barns, since we are still farm kids at heart.
September 19, 2015 at 1:04 PM
I love this!
September 19, 2015 at 1:27 PM
Insightful !
September 19, 2015 at 1:51 PM
Our county fair starts this week and I think you captured it perfectly.
September 19, 2015 at 7:37 PM
i can smell the horses and feel the emotion of that kiss. Well done.
September 19, 2015 at 9:01 PM
So much fun to share together with those one loves all within contrasting situations. It makes for a great poem. Perfumed guy with after-shave to contrast with horse-sweat and the horse.
Hank
September 19, 2015 at 9:10 PM
Ha. Nice love story you got there.
Have you ever see Longest Ride?
Horses, stock, have an interesting affect
on us.
Off the subject a bit, but had a boy I worked with
that was quite disturbed, but get him around horses,
get him to grooming them - he was a total different
person. Calm, loving.
September 19, 2015 at 9:27 PM
What a sweet nostalgic poem. Loved it.
September 19, 2015 at 10:25 PM
This tells many stories . . .
Delightfully told beautifully . . .
September 20, 2015 at 1:58 AM
What a sweet memory!
September 20, 2015 at 6:29 AM
the last line is the sweetest
September 20, 2015 at 6:58 AM
Wherever you are, I want to be there as well!!
September 20, 2015 at 4:54 PM
Love, a , fair ! Get it haha ! Nicely done !
September 20, 2015 at 5:47 PM
Thanks for taking me the fair filled with all those scents. My guilty pleasure at a fair is vinegar french fries..oh they are so bad for you but taste yummy..
September 20, 2015 at 6:18 PM
Lovely memory poem!
September 21, 2015 at 6:17 AM