Carousel Breeze

Where I stood at my station, awaiting my ride
I listened to the sounds of a carousel breeze
Twas a brisk winter day, the air full of chill
The clicking of the leaves on the pavement still
With horse-like grace the leaves did their dance
Then twirling in open circles, riding the wind
Riding the wind on a carousel breeze
As quickly as they started, the leaves then parted
Leaving me alone, awaiting my ride

written by Benjamin H., Academy student