CIRCUS LIVES IN MEMORY
By
Chief Swift Eagle

I remember the circus
The sawdust and the smells
The roasted nuts, in red-stripped bags,
We could drop the shells.

I remember the sequins
On spinning lady fair
High above the center ring
Suspended in mid-air.

Clowns all shapes and sizes
Rolled out of small jalop.
There must have been a hundred.
I thought they'd never stop.

Elephants were painted blue
And green and pink and red.
Should I have some popcorn
Or cotton candy instead.

I remember the circus.
My eyes and mouth were wide.
The like of it I've never seen.
But, all my life I've tried.

Perhaps you need a child's eyes
To see the Big Top's magic.
If we could see through child's eyes,
Life wouldn't seem so tragic.

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