Carrousel
Carrousel
(Photo by Mike Hall)
A merry-go-round is at the entrance of a community fair in Indiana.
Carrousel
I see the bright lights go round and round,
And the painted horses go up and down.
The mall is filled with people from town.
Kids change to a smile from a frown
When they ride the golden merry-go-round.
Memories of my childhood are found,
When I listen is the music so loud. It stops.
Reality finds me again, when my son’s
Feet land touching the ground, safe and sound.