I’ve always loved the carousel

With the brightly colored horses going up and down on the poles

As the platform slowly turns in circles

The exhilaration of my pony galloping around with all the others

The calliope blasting music

So loud when you pass it and fading just as quickly as you round the bend

The old folks sitting on the benches

Waving as the children go by

Perhaps they too remember the carefree joy of riding those painted ponies

Up and down and round and round