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!’

POEM FOR KIDS WRITTEN BY PHOEBE COGHLAN

Header illustration by Pixel2013 at Pixabay.

LET’S CHAT ABOUT THE POEM ~ IDEAS FOR TALKING WITH KIDS

Conversation

1. Have you ever been on a carousel? Or something that spins around very fast? How did it make you feel?