Multi-coloured horses,
frozen in flight,
going up and down,
round and round,
day and night.
An organ plays a constant tune,
as young riders smile with joy,
as they ride around,
on this merry-go-round.
Oh there is a grand old one in Central Park and also in Watch Hill, R.I. and I still can't resist, even my six foot two son will get on with me in Central Park. Just a wonderful and enchanting poem David, , , , thanks, marci :)
I always thought life was like this, around and around you go, tell you fall off thats the end of your go...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
could never do the round and round rides...egh....but they are pretty to watch and you captured the moment here...thanks for sharing