The gaudy carousel, with its array of bright horses, was a magnet to small boys like myself and competition was fierce to claim the horse of your choice whilst the operator collected sixpences from our dads.
When the music started, we began a breathtaking, circular ride that grew faster and faster with each revolution.
We screamed like banshees as our parents transformed into an anxious blur in our peripheral vision.
All too soon it was over, as the horses lost their momentum and idled to a stop.
Dizzy, we would slide to the ground and clamour round our fathers, begging for another go.
Please Dad, oh please ...
He rides a horse of polished wood
with wondrous head and robust build,
the work of craftsmen, deftly skilled,
a thoroughbred, red, silver-shoed,
that circles, while wild music swings,
amidst a swirling cavalry
of beasts, defying gravity,
as, to its mane, he bravely clings,
for he is blessed to simply be
immersed in joy, a child of light,
a liberated bird in flight,
that soars and screams ecstatically.
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