When Life Slows Down
The Ferris wheel, those carny rides,
now boarded up, with well-locked sides,
the bottles, cups, and corn-dog sticks,
swept up that join that intermix
of old brochures and billers tossed
with batteries or one glove lost.
The fairgrounds take contented sighs,
remembering blue-ribboned pies,
the best-in-show, the sweetest lamb,
the finest turnip, quilt, or jam.
I feel the asphalt slightly heave
as both of us now take our leave
and say goodbye to one more year
where life was magical in here.
The bills will come; all swiftly paid,
new plans are engineered and laid,
we take a trip, or find that nook,
to travel through a well-loved book.
This is the time when life slows down,
when crops are brought into the town,
when football morphs to hockey rinks,
and warmth replaces cooling drinks.
Come join me here and rest a spell,
and savor days when life went well.