Kicking up dust with my Mary Jane shoes
too many years ago now to be counted
in the darkening shadows of one bronze summer day
I was holding his hand, with assurance and trust
filled with concoctions of sugared excitement
I remember our feet crossing the plank
My Dad, (for the fourth time, with a smile on his face)
giving me a chance to back out with grace
giving me a chance to change my mind
"There's no disgrace,"....he said once again
But I was determined, insistent and firm!
How many times, had they taken a turn...
my brother and Dad....while I had to watch and yearn
standing below, in the infantile shame of the nowhere zone?
Dad finally relented, to my mother's chagrin
then took my hand,.......and with bravado...I had won!...
Sticky was the heat, and so were my hands, while we waited
that with a fidgety impatience, leading to the front of the line
We boarded the Dragon, a faceless contraption,
that seemed quite familiar...and oddly resembled
the creation my brother had made on our living room floor
with his 'million and one piece' erector set
A strange looking man with a sunburned face
and a head that seemed too small for his burly, puffed up size
escorted us to a red metal bucket, and strapped us in
Before the sound of train wheels began to grind
I buried my face in the arm of my Dad....
Blinded by fear, too scared to see, too scared was me!
I know we had the ride of my life....
The Dragon, I'm sure was fierce as could be
But I was not harmed
But for the life of me....
I only remember my shaky knees,
and walking the plank back into mother's waiting arms
Inspired by Lisa's Contest: "Unamed County Fair "