In that magic world of Carousels
Striped candy bars and tinkling bells
I see myself when as a boy
I revelled in unbridled joy
On Robins Ranger
Going around and round
And up and down
To the strident sound
Of the hurdy gurdy playing loud
To the laughing faces in summer crowd
Roustabouts in bandanas red
Rifle shots ring in the shooting shed
Buskers, hawkers, travelling clans
In multi coloured shining vans
All promised excitement
The fun of the fair
The swing boats, the dodgems
I still see them there
The lottery wheel clicks and whirls
Spinning hopes and dreams
Of boys and girls
The longed for number I recall
Yielded the winner a brand new ball
That just bounced through time
From then to now
Through many life’s thoughts
And yet somehow
Why that is so I cannot tell
Perhaps it’s the majic of the Carousel.
© ED P Buckley 19 03 05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well I'm partial to carousel poems, but this was fantastic. a great sweeping view of the fairground life and slide back to the present. superb work, Ed. -Tailor
Hi Tailor, I had forgotten about this submission until today. Many thanks for your kind review. Ed Buckley.