Granny at the fair
Granny loved the fair,
sitting tall on the ride,
her cheeks rosy,
a big smile wide.
The horses went up,
the lights all around,
Granny was soaring,
feet off the ground.
She laughed with the wind,
so free, so bright,
Granny loved the fair,
it felt just right.
With every turn,
her joy would grow,
the world below
seemed to slow.
The music played,
the lights did shine,
Granny’s heart
felt so divine.
She’d wave to the crowd,
as the ride spun fast,
holding onto moments
that forever would last.
No cares, no worries,
just pure delight,
Granny felt young
on that magical night.
The horses would circle,
her laughter would ring,
a simple reminder
of the joy that life brings.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Such a heartwarming, joyful tribute to Granny's spirit!
A jovial delight! Well done!!
What a wonderful and delightful story. Great job.
Absolutely delightful! Granny at the fair is pure joy captured in rhyme—light, breezy, and full of heart. This poem feels like a carousel ride of happiness!😊