poetpotter

Summer turns to fall, it seems, in the blink of an eye. We had a cooler summer and then a warm fall. Autumn has been a time of fall fairs, growth slowing in the garden, but we still have carrots in the veggie garden and some last tiny tomatoes ripening in early October. Today's poem calls up images of fall fairs and midways and people gathering. I don't have images of the midway, but I do have some of displays inside the arena. Ferris wheels are part of most midways and today I share my poem, Ferris Wheels. The Ferris Wheel The wheel goes round and round carrying anyone who can take the rocking turning the altitude anyone with time on their hands and nickels to spare If this wheel could travel how far would it go? what sights would they see? Instead they travel up and around filling the air with shrieks exclamations, even the silence of the awed. They end in the same place they began no wiser for the experie