A poem about the thrill of riding a children's carousel !
The carousel spins round and round;
Blasting forth its cheerful sound.
While horses gallop to the chase
Round the sound; The circle race.
A march of trumpets, trills and chimes,
Of flashing lights and circus rhymes.
Stripes of red and stripes of white
Merging spirals in full flight.
The ride sprints on, with flags full mast
And children’s faces spinning past.
Riding forwards through the storm
Charging in a steady swarm,
Shouting, laughing, chanting ‘Oh…
..Giddy up pony, onwards, go!’
But as the twilight starts to set
It’s time for dinner, books and bed.
The merry-go-round begins to slow
Its pace and music losing flow.
A final bell bids all goodnight..
The fairground sleeps but stars shine bright
They keep a-watch until the sun
Throws light again on all the fun.
The carousel wakes; she starts performing
Her sweet song bidding all ‘Good Morning!’
Header illustration by Pixel2013 at Pixabay.
1. Have you ever been on a carousel? Or something that spins around very fast? How did it make you feel?