Carrie Richards Poet Rhyme

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Riding a Cyclone

How many years?  I'm not even sure
It was late in the day, as the sun turned to rust
I was holding his hand, and trembling with fear
Kicking up dust with my Mary Jane shoes
filled with concoctions of sugar and goo
Looking at him for assurance and trust

I remember our feet boarding the plank
as if on the brink, of a life or death prank
My Dad, (for the fourth time, a smile on his face)
had offered a chance to back out with grace

But I was determined, insistent and firm!
How many times, had he taken a turn...
with my brother in tow?....While I watched from below
confined like a babe of the infantile row?

Dad finally relented, to my mother's chagrin
then took my hand,.......and my bravado began...
Sticky the heat, and so were my hands, ...we waited our turn
while a tummy would churn

We boarded the Cyclone, a faceless contraption, 
that seemed quite familiar...the seaside attraction
that brother had made on our living room floor 
with his Tinker Toy set, and the toys we adored

A strange looking man with a raw sunburned nose
and a head that seemed too small, like a small cabbage, posed
escorted us on,  into a red metal bucket, 
strapped us inside, like mice in his pocket!

The sound of the metal, was skimming the track
Winding up slowly, then full-on attack!
I buried my face in the arm of my Dad....
Blinded by fear, never once looking back 

The Cyclone, I'm sure was fierce as could be
I wanted to look, and was too blind to see

Finally it stopped.  We departed unharmed !
But never again...  I was........NOT to be charmed

I only remember my two shaky knees, 
barely walking the plank into my mother's arms !




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5/21/14

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Robert Nehls June 9, 2014 at 5:29 AM I loved the way you put this whole story together, Carrie. You walked us right through the entire episode. Sounds like quite an ordeal. Always good to have a loving, reassuring hand to hold on to. This really applies to any part of life we may be reluctant about. Like your poems a lot....Robert.

Elaine George May 25, 2014 at 4:36 AM What a picture you paint, Carrie!. I can see it all so viviidly. A winner for sure. Lainie

Casarah Nance May 22, 2014 at 7:22 AM what a ride! Had me hanging on every word. Well done :)

Andrea Dietrich May 21, 2014 at 5:22 PM love your rhymed description of this event, Carrie. This is one you would never see me writing about. I ADORE scary rides. They do not scare me. They simply exhilarate me and I laugh out loud so happy when I am on them. Any of them. How I miss going on rides. By the way. BIG happy birthday to you.