Sophia White

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Carousel - Poem by Sophia White

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.


Comments about Carousel by Sophia White

  • (10/17/2006 11:22:00 PM)

    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
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010


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