Carnival Come To Town!

Weary. The rusted bones can barely
hold up the weight of those wanting
one last scream of fun before the
carnival leaves town. The pennants
droop into the dirt; the air dusty with

the last aromas of cotton candy and
fried foods lingers in the nose. The
barkers shout last try last try to win
a prize; the ride operators run their
charges in their sleep. Bone tired.

But after the carnival closes for the
last time, new life: as the Midway
comes down, it is born again down the
road: bigger. Brighter. Better than
ever! New paint; new bulbs; carnival

come to town! Exciting attractions
everywhere you turn; eyes can't get
enough. Stomach fills itself on this-
can't-be-good-for-you-but-it's-sooo-
delicious! Time for the Tilt-A-Whirl,

no, the Scrambler, no, the Zipper, no,
I wanna ride the Twister! Let your
food settle first: Aww, MOM! You're
taking away all our - above all the
frolic are the memories of childhood.

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman