Wrought and round

Iron spokes pinch and grind

With each turn

State of the art machinery

Soon to run smooth as ambrosia

Cowboy slips on his worn leather boots and saddles up hitching his Mare to the carriage

Out pops a little head from the caravan

Big Sweet Eyes beg for one last ride.

Before take off cowboy swings Sweet Eyes onto the back of the shiniest lacquered Steed and he cuts round and round the track like a can opener ripping through tin.

As always the ride comes to an end; and climbing up on her pop’s shoulders, they walk back west. Sweet Eyes spins grand tales of knights and castles as she passes through arms to bed. Quieted by the tired songs of Ma she drifts off into nowhereland. 

With the fleeting rays of the downturned sun Cowboy readies the reins and makes for greener pastures by daybreak with no merry-go-round in sight.