Georgia Mountain Fair
July 28, 2018
Prose Poem
Mauve-colored crape myrtles, buttery cone flowers, and hydrangea with blossoms large as soccer balls, pulse in the wind. The human cannonball explodes as the performer whizzes 65-miles-per-hour through the azure skies. Ripples ricochet on Lake Chatuge, a thousand diamonds sparkle on the waves. A waterwheel spins, children splash through an icy stream. You savor a cup of fresh squeezed lemonade. Viewing the photography show, a pink cloud shaped like an angel dazzles the senses. Another photo depicts a cherub dancing on a flame in the fireplace.
by: Brenda Kay Ledford
An exhibit of canned goods at the fair.
Beautiful quilts are also exhibited at the fair.
Children enjoy milking the cow at the fair.
The delicious smell of fried apple pies wafts across the fairgrounds.
Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
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