December 15, 2011

  • #WinterSH 21 rond and rond we geau

    Rond and rond we geau

     

    The carousel spins slowly round and round
    Maneuvers painted ponies gaily gowned
    Children giggle and sing at movement slow
    The organ tinkles perky tunes we know
    Simple joys and happy times always found

     

     The infernal motion to which we’re bound
    Constant repetition makes spirit downed
    Hope and possibility do not show
    The carousel spins

     

    The ride can be bliss when the key is wound
    Peace, looking through different eyes, be found
    Through circular motion we choose to go
    When a mind opens, heart expands, thoughts grow
    In priceless moments ponies come unbound
    The carousel spins

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