Publisher's journal: Ode to fair food

Some people head out to the county fair

For a chance to see all of the livestock there.

The goats, the pigs, can you hear the moo?

The horses, the chickens -- it's a small-town zoo.

You may go for the midway carnival rides,

That's where, some think, the action resides.

Whirling, twirling, head over heel,

Soaring into the sky on a big Ferris wheel.

Others venture out just for something to do.

They look for wood carvers, and face-painters, too.

They listen for crooners, where there's no place to stand,

Or dance under the stars to the Blackwater Band.

But some of us have an alternative reason

To look forward all year to county fair season.

Be it sugary, salty, spicy, or fried,

It's fair food that calls us. I can't quit. I've tried.

We all should eat healthy, the experts agree,

But now and then we need to live wild and free.

I found this advice, maybe on a food blog:

Once a year we all need a county fair corn dog.

David Stevens is editor and publisher of Clovis Media Inc. He had help writing this from the bard Betty Williamson who "smoothed the rhythm." Email:

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