At Tavistock Goosey Fair

 

The merry-go-round is the heart of the fair.

By ten in the morning, the beat and the blare

Of steam-music were transforming the square.

And people had left the set stalls, to stare

At the bright brass, and the shiny, bare,

Backs of the cocks and the horses. Up there.

Not only children were paying their fare.

But grown men and women were making a pair

To choose the right mount, and ride round together

The whirl of the wind blew back women's hair.

And they were away, in a world without care.

At ten in the morning I It made me aware

The merry-go-round is the heart of the fair.