the barker’s voice rang out
harsh above the hurdy-gurdy.
‘Thr’pence a ride, Missy.’
‘Please, Granddad, please,’
we begged.
Then we were up,
spun round, shrieking,
delighted, dazzled
as Granddad leaned
heavily upon his walking-stick
and smiled …
I’m the watcher now
and see the children find
those golden horses
tame.
© Gill Dunstan
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