Carousel

The warm summer nights when pines on the hill Seemed to talk to the creek, where the katydids spawn They would call-out their hymns, in the warm evening still With sad choirs to end, ...but the music played on........ Bill would eat cotton candy, and the children would throng To the que of the carousel, with excitement and thrill A painted horse of their own, that would take them along To his small magic world, of the carousel's mill They would sit under lights, on the fragrant green lawns And they would kiss in the dark, she would love only Bill With sad choirs to end .....but the music played on.... ___________________________________________________________________ Based on the Musical Broadway Play "Carousel" For Nette's Contest: Carousel in Rondel 8/16/13