The Time of Harvest

The time is here to harvest what was sown.
bright banners above the street are flown.
Families forget cares;
craftsmen sell their wares.
Politicians make their presence known.

Through years past, we have gathered in mass,
seen lovely queens on vivid floats pass.
We've given a hand
to the clowns and the band,
Saluted our city of class.

From the toddlers with doll buggies small,
to our firemen who guard us all.
Is the medallion found?
We've looked all around.
Fall Festival's here. Have a ball.