The Top Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Why the fascination I'll never know

nevertheless we spun the thing
just to see it crackle and spit and glow
and it would hum for awhile,
then almost outright sing.

Were we so lacking of entertainment?
pitiful by today's scope of things it's true,
but at least we shared, we cared, we laughed
took turns at spinning to see what it could do.

Each new toy and gadget was adventure
something new to explore, share with friends
our 'group', 'our gang', 'our neighborhood';
none dared beyond bounds our parents said we could.

That top, a gyroscope, and a working pogo stick,
a pair of skates and stilts, cards that made our spokes click,
our imaginations, assorted balls, a bat and one glove,

shared treasures all and testament to friendship and love.