The Carousal Stopped Turning

Photo Magic: Frank Kook

Words by: Felix Perry

Last faint note of the music, faded into gray silence

Now no laughter of children, once actively courted

Who named their ponies Silver, Trigger and Prince

They were the life of the fairground, abruptly aborted

How I miss those days of county fairs and midways

The excitement of the Carneys’ shouted pitch aloud

All those stuffed animals and cheap trinket prizes

Over-spending just to make your girlfriend proud

Now the once vibrant colours, fade, peel and crack

Old ponies, where teenagers sneaked first kisses

Cotton candy flavored lips once shyly came together

Sadly gone now like those sweet summer night wishes…