Noah the 4-H Bard stikes again:
It’s the annual event,
Of true competition.
Where 4-Hers gather,
For one great mission.
To win the prize,
Of buckles and plaques.
And for bragging rights,
As they get back.
They meet in Fort Collins,
Where the teams unite.
To battle it out,
In a triumphant fight.
Judging livestock and horse,
Our judgers took stand.
Showing nothing but talent,
And ambition, first hand.
And who can forget,
The demos and speeches.
Grasping attention,
Like mind gathering leeches.
We congratulate all,
Who did so well.
And for those who ask,
These kids aren’t for sell.
So thank you all,
For joining the fun.
Good luck next year,
For this poem is done.
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