One Last Ride

By , Howell, NJ
Standing beneath the green tapestry,
Of tree branches above me,
I survey the scene in the forest.
Rusted iron posts jut out of the ground in protest.
Broken glass sparkles in the fading sun,
An eerie sunset signaling the day is done.
My search, however, to the contrary,
Through the overgrown 'Amusement City,'
Is only just beginning on this brisk autumn night.
Once brightened by a thousand lights,
The park, grown out of its glory days rests,
Amid the darkness and spider's nests.
Children's voices I still hear,
Of a day that is too dear,
To my heart and never sleeps.
How lonely for the mountains steep,
That this park once brought to life,
The rollercoaster, monsterlike, had seen much strife.
The Buccaneer, the Carrousel, Little Johnny's Hat Stall,
Alive at one time but doomed to fall.
Boarded up now thirty years,
'Amusement City' has endured our fears.
Its abandonment once caused tears.
But one man's trash is another's fortune,
And although the rides are broken,
It has spoken'

I still see the skeleton coaster in the dark,
Running again, all the cars,
Flying down the tracks, clickety clack,
Golden bulbs light up the track'

In my mind, the cars still clatter,
And to me, it's all that matters.





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zurielitsme said...
Mar. 23, 2009 at 12:18 am
I really like this poem. Makes you think about how the old amusement parks were compared to the parks of today. Nice work.
 
marissaaa said...
Mar. 21, 2009 at 1:27 am
it started out weak, if you dont mind me saying lol. and then it got reallyyyy good
 
JoeDaPlummer said...
Mar. 17, 2009 at 11:35 pm
Nice poem... I enjoyed reading it! Good imagery!
 
savekylexyfan123 said...
Mar. 16, 2009 at 5:00 pm
This poem is a well-written poem. I love the imagery and the descriptive language used. This poem is deserving of being published in your magazine. The author is very talented.
 
Robyn G. said...
Mar. 16, 2009 at 4:56 pm
I love this poem!!!! It was AMAZING! I love the GREAT imagery and description, it's like I can see everything that the poem is describing. The poem makes things that were once beautiful in all their glory beautiful again. Great job!
 
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