Like a diesel engine, this roared to life and had to be written - guess that means I'm baaaack! Yippee-skippy! LOL
Image (c) 2007, Karla Dorman
Weary. The rusted bones can barely
hold up the weight of those wanting
one last scream of fun before the
carnival leaves town. The pennants
droop into the dirt; the air dusty with
the last aromas of cotton candy and
fried foods linger in the nose. The
barkers shout last try, last try! to win
a prize; the ride operators run their
charges in their sleep. Stone - tired.
But after the carnival closes for the
last time, new life: as the Midway
comes down, it is born again down
the road: bigger. Brighter. Better
than ever! New paint; new bulbs;
carnival come to town! Attractions
to attract everywhere you turn; eyes
can't get enough. Stomach fills on
this-can't-be-good-for-you-but it's soo-
delicious! Time for the Tilt-A-Whirl,
no, the Scrambler, no, the Zipper, no,
I wanna ride the Twister!!! Let your
food settle first: Awww, Moooom, you're
taking away all our -- above all is the
Ferris Wheel and childhood memories.
What a great reminder of those childhood days. The carnival in town for a week in my rural part of the world, was an exciting time for kids. Bright lights, rides, the whole nine-yards. Thanks for the nostalgia. God bless. JMW
Hey! I never got to ride anything... you gotta read Leo Durrant's "A Fair Experience" if you haven't already-- this reminds me of the senitments, turned wise by older eyes... --Charlie
You brought the carnival back to us. Where is the bingo stand. I'll hit that first and stay til it closes just as I did Sat. night. Didn't win but daughter did one game. Had a good fried burger over the coals. Just great a time I had, even though it started to rain at the end, they had the fireworks going on but the rain felt good on a summer's eve. Cooled me off some.
Karla, you and the carnival arrived just in time for the
4th of July celebration. I'm sure there'll be fireworks, too;
if for no other reas0n than to welcome you home. -gene.
Wow, Karla, you've delved back into your (our) childhoood with this stirring, mouth-watering, candy-coated feast for the eyes and senses! Very well penned/imaged/illustrated; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twinkles, Karen Lynn. :D
Remember OUR last ride on the Twister?? There was me, Bleaaaaaaaahhhhh!! Passed out!! LOL
Wow, you've allowed us to revisit our youth and the wonderful memories we've stored up from visits to the carnival! I loved it...still do, just not as fond of some of the rides as I once was...however the scrambler and ferris wheel never gets old! Well done dear poetess...so glad your here and an active part of the den! Wouldn't be the same without you...
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 29, 2008
Who can forget when the carnival came to town . . . I know I can't . . . I still can smell the cotton candy . . . Coping a feel on whatever ride I was on with whoever I was on it with . . . Yes, indeed . . . Who can forget when the carnival came to town . . .
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this-can't-be-good-for-you-but it's soo-
delicious! " I think we all know this feeling too well
Sandie Angel :o)
Newfie hugs are on the way, Rose
hugs
Fee
4th of July celebration. I'm sure there'll be fireworks, too;
if for no other reas0n than to welcome you home. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twinkles, Karen Lynn. :D
Remember OUR last ride on the Twister?? There was me, Bleaaaaaaaahhhhh!! Passed out!! LOL
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.