The Ferris Wheel

The Ferris Wheel

I can’t describe just how I feel,
when I go round on a Ferris wheel,
the lights, they shine so bold and bright,
above the carnival grounds tonight.

My mood is uplifted into the air,
as my heart beats without a care,
I feel so free, as if I could fly,
with nothing between the ground and I.

The cool night wind flows in my hair,
the people look so small, way down there,
I hold my breath as I go over the top,
a feeling, surreal, I don’t want to stop.

As fear escapes and I enjoy the ride,
I can’t help but look down, over the side,
I am up among the stars and the moon,
an exciting feeling that ends, all too soon.

poems by poet Kelly Deschler

Ferris Wheel

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