The Carousel

A gentle push, a bell rings as we slowly move, and the music begins. The horse goes up with mane of blue and tail of orange moving faster, too. The horse goes down all blue and white with a saddle of red and a pole to hug tight. Round we go with benches to sit if horse riding is not your fit. Faster around as the music grows louder too. Its a flying machine with horses of blue. A machine that slowly winds down like a music box with a dancing doll. The horses move ever slower until the ride is over ... thats all. Were you way up high when the music stopped? Or was your horse very low ... my how it did drop!! Can we go around again, oh please, oh please. Forever and always blue horse in the breeze.