The Merry-Go-Round

    “The Merry-Go-Round,” Friend, June 1983, 24–25

    The Merry-Go-Round

    The horse I ride on the merry-go-round

    Is a mount of dappled green.

    He carries me off to faraway places—

    To worlds I’ve never seen.

    We gallop past the wide-eyed moon

    Along the Milky Way,

    And race with every shooting star

    Till the sun streaks in at day.

    We dive to the bottom of the sea,

    Churning bubbles in great whirls;

    And I hold tight to my magic reins—

    The silver ropes of pearls.

    We fly to a crystal palace,

    To a land all gleaming white,

    And dance under icicle chandeliers

    In the sparkling, shimmering light.

    We rest in a vale of flowers;

    I wreathe garlands for his head

    Of green orchids and tiger lilies

    And hibiscus, huge and red.

    We listen to the calliope’s

    Magic echoing sound.

    Then we soar to faraway places

    While we go round and round.

    Illustrated by Shauna Mooney