Strawberry Festival.

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Leather boots kicking in the sand

Dusty wind caught dirt in my eye

A little girl waved her a hand

as the Native American dancer said "hi"

Wearing wings of a turkey

Flapping them as actions of a story

Flashing my camera to capture the moments

Of sitting on the ferris wheel with mom

Telling her to not worry and look at the lights

The swings were calming like the wind

Then we brought strawberries

That was unusually sweet

Natural sugar gifted from God

My dad always had a camera on his neck

Taking pictures of every smile, every sec

My brother would walk around wondering

If there's any cotton candy left, they're so mouth-watering!

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