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Caramel Apples At The Fair October 20, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, People, Poetry.
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My niece Emily, now 21, loved horses growing up ~ real ones with toothy grins and wooden carousel horses racing in perpetuity on Merry-Go-Rounds.

In August, I shared a 25-word story about Emily urging a carousel horse to go faster, Falling On Deaf Ears.

That reminded me of this horse tale from years ago.

* * *

HorseracingEmily and her horse Trixie are ready for fun
School’s out for three months.  Summer’s begun!

They’ll go to horse shows and compete for first place
They’ll ride round the farm and win a horse race

They’ll see the excitement at the State Fair
And make new memories while they are there

* * * * *

The day of the Fair dawned bright and clear
Emily headed to the barn, overflowing with cheer
She saddled up Trixie with her usual care
All the while chatting about what they’d see at the Fair

They headed for the trail and cantered up and down
Until they spied the Ferris Wheel towering o’er the ground
“Oh, look, there it is!  We’ll have such fun, me and you.”
Trixie neighed as if to say, “I’m excited too!”

On the midway, they smiled as they took in the sights
Clowns, rides, barkers, and colorful flashing lights
When Emily got hungry, she knew just what to do
She stopped for a caramel apple and ended up with two

“Trixie loves apples . . . and sugar cubes, of course ~
a caramel apple is perfect Fair food for a horse!”
Emily held out the caramel apple and Trixie bit in
After swallowing the treat, she shared a toothy grin

That night, with Trixie in the barn, Emily curled up in bed
Smiling at the images twirling and dancing in her head
She and Trixie had made memories they would always share
Of the day they ate caramel apples while visiting the Fair

Aah . . . that’s better!

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1. Val Boyko - October 20, 2014

What a delightful poem and post 🙂

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

Thanks, Val. Here’s to fair fare and toothy grins! :mrgreen:

2. Jill Weatherholt - October 20, 2014

I love the horse tale, Nancy! Did you write it?

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

Thanks, Jill. I did write it . . . BB (Before Blogging).

Back when, I wrote short & sweet (or super silly) birthday poems to give our nieces and nephews a giggle.

Jill Weatherholt - October 20, 2014

Nice! 🙂

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

And then they grew up. :/

3. Silver in the Barn - October 20, 2014

So cute! The horses that live next door always come running hoping for a treat when they see us walking the field. Sometimes they even get apples….I’m glad they don’t know about caramel.

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

They come running, thinking “I’d canter a mile for a carrot!”

Every time I look at that TOOTHY GRIN, I wonder what Emily’s horse was eating (& laughing at). Only a dentist could love chompers like that!

Silver in the Barn - October 20, 2014

And it’s an excellent way to dispose of those saggy carrots that reside in the vegetable crisper.

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

No wonder they run over when they see you coming!

4. NancyTex - October 20, 2014

Such a sweet poem!

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

Thanks, NT. When I was a kid, I wanted a horse. Like Pippi Longstocking! Bicycles seemed so blasé.

5. suzicate - October 20, 2014

Emily and Trixie have good taste; caramel apples are the best. Love that toothy horse grin!

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

Yes! Caramel (or Toffee) Apples beat bright red rock hard Candy Apples . . . hands down.

6. ericjbaker - October 20, 2014

My niece is all horses all the time. I’m sure she would have gotten along with Emily had she been born 9 years earlier.

nrhatch - October 20, 2014

No doubt! Another niece was also crazy about horses, but now she wants a pet fox. ^-.-^

7. Behind the Story - October 21, 2014

It’s a sweet tale, and such a nice gift for your niece.

nrhatch - October 21, 2014

Thanks, Nicki. My nieces and nephews are wonderful. My only complaint ~> They Grew Up Too Fast! :/

Behind the Story - October 21, 2014

I have the same complaint about my grandchildren.

nrhatch - October 21, 2014

I know, right! And after all we’ve done for them. How dare they grow up so fast.

8. valleygrail - October 21, 2014

Trixie! This is a love story that was meant to be told. Thanks!

nrhatch - October 21, 2014

Thanks, VG! At the time, I thought of writing a children’s book with other adventures ~> e.g., the horse show and horse race mentioned in the preamble.

But it wasn’t a story tugging on my sleeve.

valleygrail - October 21, 2014

If you ever feel like revisiting that idea, I have seven grandchildren who love stories like that.

9. Three Well Beings - October 21, 2014

What a great poem. You have a great spark for whimsy, Nancy! This is a great little story and I’m sure your niece must have enjoyed it, too! Shared caramel apples is a nice touch. 🙂

nrhatch - October 21, 2014

Thanks, Debra. I love whimsy (and The Last Mimzy!). I was sure Emily would grow up to become a Vet but she seems to be leaning in a different direction.

10. Rajagopal - October 21, 2014

i envy emily for being so lucky to have an aunt writing such a sweet ballad…best wishes…raj

nrhatch - October 21, 2014

Thanks, Raj! Nothing like a caramel apple to UP the sugar quotient! :mrgreen:

11. jannatwrites - October 21, 2014

Wonderful poem! Caramel apples at the fair… that’s a simpler time! My son is going on a field trip to the state fair this week and now it seems everything is fried and/or wrapped in bacon! Makes caramel apples seem like health food…

nrhatch - October 21, 2014

You got that right. Take a Candy Bar . . . dip it in batter . . . wrap that in bacon . . . and fry it up.

“There ya go, yer heart attack on a stick!” :/


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