Spinning Top Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A toy of old, it spins around,
A pointed tip upon the ground.
It twirls and dances, standing tall,
A magic spin that holds us all.

Some have a string, a quick, strong fling,
To make them spin and brightly sing.
Others a pump, a push and pull,
Make them spin round, so wonderful.

Some made of metal, sleek and bright,
Spinning for hours, day and night.
And bigger ones, a playful seat,
Where children spin, a happy treat.

It spins and spins, a wondrous sight,
Held up by forces, strong and light.
Then slows and wobbles, starts to sway,
And rests at last at close of day.

Some tips are fixed, to catch with care,
Some roll so smooth, beyond compare.
This simple top, for ages played,
A happy toy, forever made.