A Poem beause Blogit time today is devoted to preparing the feast...
GRAND OLD CAROUSEL 11-24-85 Long arched ivory necks of horses prancing nowhere the gilding's gone but for a few flecks that catch the lights as the old frame turns on new bearings. It is night and we can be young again on a carousel see all the things we want to see fill in the blanks from memory.... Sign in to see full entry.