Loud the noise and swift the speed
The bumper cars are sparking
Galloping horses round and round
Evening sky is darkening
Helter skelter bedecked with lights
The swing boats higher and higher
One minute I was a rodeo star
The next I was a flier
Candy floss tickled my nose
My throat with sugar burst
Lemon soda, bottled, cold
Quenched a young boy’s thirst
The blackjack, the roulette wheel
‘Two shilling’s sir on red’
‘I’ve lost, I’ve won’, shout the men
With joy, with hope, with dread
Smell and noise and being there
Filled me full to bursting
What next, this or this or that
My last shilling I was nursing
Spectrum stars of flashing light
My senses they were soaring
More fizzy drink and candy floss
‘Please, please’, I was imploring
Too soon it all came to an end
Departure time came calling
Oh I was young that August day
Youth I never tire recalling
©E. Duffin - May 2011
Eamon, this poem is such a bright and happy rendition of a special time, the magic of the fair, the sparkle and glitter for a child who had small resources financially, but a great imagination...And that imagination is still carrying you through the years, in your poems, music, and in your warm and generous family life...
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Eamon...A great way to being this blog..
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