The CarnivalA Poem by D. Mansfield
When summer months, came around,
Often we'd see a carnival, come to town. Little boys couldn't go on the "big kid rides", so we settled for the "House of Mirrors", or slippery slide. Remember the smell, when you approached the midway, on a Friday evening? Was a mix of grease, from the Farris wheel, cotton candy, and popcorn seasonings. Just outside, the midway lights, we're lots of creepy shadows. Where two days tbefore, it was just grassy meadows. You could hear, unknown voices, whispering, and women giggle, Someone would fart, out of a camper, a little dog, would wiggle. Remember the "Tilt a Whirl", "The Spyder"? They would spin you, til you til thought you were dead. Then a Gypsy lady, would lure you, into a tent, you might see a fat lady, a geek, or have your fortune read. For my money, it was the midgets, or guys on stilts, selling popcorn and peanuts, and roses that wilt. Later in the evening, when the lines would clear, Always, the Farris wheel, we'd be standing near. Gazing up into the neon lights, werent those just the best, of Saturday nights? Fingers sticky with cotton candy and coke, pockets empty, we were going home, broke. But happy as the days were long, Those were just the best of times. © 2023 D. MansfieldFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on October 17, 2023 Last Updated on November 7, 2023 AuthorD. MansfieldMOAboutMark Twain, Sun Tzu, Hunter S. Thompson, John Steinbeck, the Viet Nam war on the nightly news, Smoking Joe Frazier, The Pittsburg Steelers 1970's, Thin Lizzy, Deep Purple "machine head", Steve Mi.. more..Writing
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