Children no longer rush to mount
The merry-go-round,
To claim an outside horse.
There is no brass ring to grab,
No temptation to stretch
Extended to the tips of
Small slippery fingers
On a worn steel pole
To snatch at a free ride.
All the rides are free.
Everyone pays at the park gate
And rides all day at will.
There is no longer risk
Of broken arms or necks
In ambitious spills,
Or of thrills at having
Captured the elusive ring,
Catch one each ride and ride forever.
No, lights flash with no
Particular energy,
A recorded calliope
Intrudes on sulky air,
And children sit without stretching
Waving in each rotation
To someone on a bench
And wait for the music to stop.
thought i wanted to touch base with you. glad i did. i like this. is remember hearing of brass rings on merry-go-rounds but i don't remember if i ever had the opportunity or ambition to go for one. this poem (from me, which is quoted below) does not mention brass rings but perhaps it will amuse someone a bit. thanks 'r.g. bell' for sharing this memory and some thoughts, perhaps, about life. :) bri my poem: 172 When The Carousel Animals Got Loose.....[LONG; Humor; Fantasy; Adventure] 8/9/2012
a good recall of child hood. At some time in life we all want to get off the merry go round. and just watch the horses
Like a picture of childhood pasted in an old album, and we all are like siblings in a get-together, holding the cups in hands, watching the pics and recalling our good old days! ! !
Is this about the health and safety issues we are bombarded with these days and the blame culture, which have removed all the fun out of life. A good piece of writing.
This sounds so much like a description of much of life; we are the children, we are so safe, no chances, nothing new to stretch after, nothing to look forward to, just a perfunctory wave with each circuit, waiting for the ride to end. May we be aroused to do far more than just ride along lifelessly; may we together sing a new song, stretch out to each other in playful living, cheer at the watchers on the bench to come join us on the ride! Find that old brass ring and grab it! I'm not certain how others read this wonderful poem, but as for me it stirs the old emotion of lets get up and dance, again! . Lets realize again that the Merry-Go-Rounds of life can still be a lot of fun, and a place of community exhiliration. Thanks once more R.G. for making my mind go deeper, and my soul higher. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent job. Nostalgic, but goes far deeper than just a ride on the merry-go-round.