Once a Year
Country carnivals are captured
in his memory, wrapped
in their colors, smells and sounds.
Old school, traveling shows,
the best of a young life filled with
delights more than worries.
Today, in a life too complex,
it’s a joy to recall
the days when the carnival
came to his village.
There were so many new sounds,
music to youthful ears,
and the special tastes and smells,
new, unique, almost alien.
The ease of it all,
still evoking memories of weekends
with visiting uncles, aunts
and city cousins all around,
going out but being home.
The things he most holds on to,
remembers now, even more than
the crowds, music, chatter,
are the smells of the popcorn,
and corn dogs, cotton candy
spun out of nothing but air,
man how they'd wow,
and the thought of
hot, salty peanuts alone
bring him back to his childhood.
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