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A big round circle of a wheel.
The giant metal structure does look menacing
but in a large and spacious fairground
with children joyously running around
mirth and festivities in here abound.

Soon even adults lose themselves
amongst the crowded fields
some are even brave to take the little sides
and leave the youngsters for the scary rides.

A stop here and there,
beckoning the aromas
of fries and burning burgers
a little indulgence of candyfloss
not forgetting the mush-mellows
that children enjoy with their fellows.

Discordant noises from a variety of rides
music from the carousel arise
stifled by bickering and shouting of a madding crowd
that one can at times perhaps despise.

Ferries wheels any where
pull a string in me somewhere
bring back memories of love and sorrow
all at the same time in my heart’s hollow.

Bonnie was just past eighteen
living away from home in her teens
first time in the university
she had good vision and clarity.

I visited her on a cold November day
She was a touchy febrile and not at all gay.
She couldn’t go out with friends
to the fairground and the Ferris wheel
she was under the weather and a little ill.

I remember chirping her up
and took her out well wrapped.
I can still see the red coat I put on her
and a warm scarf round her neck
like a sweater.

I took her to the bucolic fairground,
kept her warm ,cosy and sound
and despite the November weather
Bonnie was soon full of fun and laughter.

I remember then taking her for a Chinese dinner
this was in her university town of Nottinghamshire.
When I returned her to her university digs
she was so happy that I took her to the Ferris Wheels.

Bonnie for years recalled that November evening
when she was ill but her dad came to her
and took her to that Ferris Wheel.
That red coat is now with me,
Ferris Wheels will be there for as long
as children are,
but my Bonnie is gone for ever.

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Simple pleasures, love , sorrow, death, salvation

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Submitted by badal.pal on August 17, 2021

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