The Red Carrousel

The candy apple merry-go-round stood out on the Kansas plain
evening coming sooner after the wheat harvest, more folks were climbing out
of their flat boards touching their bib over-all pockets before their dusty boots
hit the ground. In these first name only parts, money like this fair came once a year.
A piece away the men folk and a few hands were gawking it up, playing games
men who are not accustomed to fun or money play. The candy apple merry-go-round
went round and round with a blond-headed little girl sitting straight on her unicorn
horse. A pace away the men were funning but next to the carousel with the light-headed
girl, it was unnaturally quiet. I heard the wheel's music more in my head than in my ear.
When the ride stopped she got off with the help of her kinfolk and took a crutch that helped
her one leg walk. Evening coming an hour sooner after the harvest and more and more folks jumping off their flat boards, I did not get to see if the little missus had blue eyes,
watching her hobble away, I reckon she'd seen enough to have nothing but pretty blue eyes.
The candy apple merry-go-round stood out on the Kansas plain going round and round into the night. A family of women did their best to get back on their wagon that brought them to
a fair with a red carrousel.