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| Couristy: Tourism Toronto |
Memories
Tasting bitter-sweet
Like sips of lemonade
Freshly squeezed.
As days
Grow shorter
And nights
Longer.
We walk pass
The turnstile
Our ride tickets
In hand.
To the midway
We ran
Like Usain Bolt
In the 100 m race
At the Olympics.
Calling dibs
On which rides
We wanted.
Only stopping
For bathroom breaks.
As we nibbled on
Candy apples
And multi-coloured
Cotton candy.
Overhead
The sky thundered
With the sounds of jets
From the airshow.
Temporarily
Forgetting the rides.
Our eyes scanned
The horizon
Like radar installation
Searching for
Another jet flyby.
Watching
RCAF Snowbirds
And USN Blue Angels
Performed death-defying
Aerobatic flight formations.
As time
Lost meaning
'Til last jet contrail
Disappeared
Over Lake Ontario.
Ride tickets
Gone.
We search out
The various buildings
And their exhibits.
We could taste
The world
In the Food Pavilion
North American style.
If you wanted
A limited menu
From selected countries
To satisfy
Your foodie needs.
The agricultural building
Proudly displayed
Award winning animals
Raised by 4-H members
With their ribbons.
Day grows short
And us
Cranky and tired.
One last tour
Of the carny booths.
The barkers try
To entice us
With their games
Of skill and chance.
Hoping for
An easy mark
As they offer
Large stuff animals
To the winners.
But
We walk by
Heading towards
The Go trains
For home.
Tomorrow
School begins
Anew.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Been about 30 years, since I last been to a fair, in the Canadian National Exhibition (locally called, the X), in Toronto, with my family, on a Labour Day long weekend, as my dad wanted to see the air show, as he served in the RCAF, during the 1950's and 1960's, before he left. The X runs, for the last 17 days, of the summer. before the new school year begins, on the first Tuesday, of September, after Labour Day.
