..F.W. Thorlton Photographic
Carousels
F.W. Thorlton
Carved with the love of an artist's hand;
In glory and majesty, these Carousel's stand.
There was Denztel, and Herschell, and Spillman, and Loof;
Parker and Muller, their work was the proof.
Carmel and Goldstein, Illions and PTC;
They built the Carousals for you and for me.
Only pine, beneath their chipping paint, and gleaming jewels;
Perhaps unimportant in a worldly view.
But they've given joy to generations untold;
These lovely beauties, now so very old.
Around they'd go with their calliopes blaring;
And their beautiful jewels in the bright lights glaring.
With adults laughing, and children screaming;
All reaching for the brass ring, so shiny and gleaming.
There were horses of every kind;
And, of animals, to many to define.
Some horses were gentle, with a pretty face;
Others were fierce, with eyes ablaze.
In a simpler time it was a breathtaking ride;
On a pulsating horse with a mighty stride.
Their mostly gone now, there are so few left;
Through time there has been a terrible theft.
We must preserve these treasures, what ever it takes;
For in saving our heritage, there have been too many mistakes.
