The Traveling Circus Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

My father lifted me high to his broad shoulder
I felt as though I was a mountain high beholder
Trucks brought wild animals from far corners…
Gigantic wrinkled pachyderms were performers

Ridden by beautiful ladies with feathered crowns
A giant calliope played, invigorating painted clowns
As they led a grand parade around huge triple rings
The ringmaster stood in the center regally bellowing

We found our way to wooden seats at an upper altitude
Beneath the gigantic canvas tent our eyes were glued
Brilliant spotlights focused glaringly on entertainers
With great intensity we watch the fearless lion tamer

Spectacular trapeze artists flew through space…
Humans with aerial talents and exceptional grace
Concentration did not allow a descending thought
Gasps resounded as a plunge hit the net that was taut

1/31/08