Carousel

Hear the Calliope see the spinning colors of a magical kaleidoscope a fantasy journey that lights up an August night painted horses with rouged lips and golden bridles smile and prance pink roses adorn their saddles where wide eyed children with sticky sweaty hands clasp reins and silver poles kicking the flanks with Woolworth's sandals faster and faster in a blur of twinkling lights wind blowing hair ribbons amid squeals of delight aroma of candy apples caramel corn flashes of ferris wheel and tilt a whirl through the night sky they fly all too soon it is over slower, slower as anxious parents lift giggling offspring down from their high horses who wink and wait for the music to start again and again until the carnival shuts down and moves on...