The circus has rolled into townThey're here for about a weekI can't wait to see the clownsCan't wait to see a sneak peekThere will be trapeze artistsWalking up high on a wireWearing very revealing outfitsAerialists that swing through fireThe circus is so excitingThe clowns steal the showThey cause lots of smilingThey use lots of gizmo'sLots of things to purchaseLots of popcorn soldLots of food at the circusLemonade drinks...
I SwearEngland. South Shields, 1967. I leaned against our back gate, acting the big man in front of the bloke next door. Mouthing off to him and swearing even though he'd already complained a couple of times to Ma about my bucket-mouth. Thinking I was so big and clever, the other kids looked on. They were keen to see what happened next.I should have realised something bad was coming my way when their eyes widened in shock...
The hot sunWarms my skinSky-blue heavens,Not a cloud in sight.Birds chirping awayIn their bird languageChildren chasing The ice cream truckFamilies gathered togetherFor a cookout in the parkBeach goers swimming inThe rivers, lakes and Swimming holes.As for me,I'm enjoying a lazySummer breeze in a hammockWith a water bottle,A good book to read,And daydreaming aboutThe future.
