Carousel Poem by Sophia White
Carousel
Rating: ★5.0
Gentle lights whirr
To the tune of pipes
And soundless hooves.
The blue-suited man waves
First time around – tenth.
I cannot grow dizzy and fall
Not with my hand held tight
Like it is.
The Tiger chases Horse
And the Elephant marches.
Behind me, Giraffe rears
And Zebra brays.
I ride the gracious Swan
And you the Lion,
On our Carousel.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
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4/26/2024 4:12:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The Tiger chases Horse And the Elephant marches. Behind me, Giraffe rears And Zebra brays. I ride the gracious Swan And you the Lion, On our Carousel. here you make a lively picture.....not mere a zoo it is our part of life