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....
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Based on the Musical Broadway Play "Carousel"
For Nette's Contest:
Carousel in Rondel 8/16/13
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