Children's Poems

James Fagan's Children's Poems A   child   at  the  Circus               Poem published in  Heritage Matters Magazine    Issue    27     It doesn’t seem long since the circus  came to town, when I was a child, a  mischievous little hound. There were big red trucks, parked in a circle and a circus tarpaulin rigged in the middle. And over to the side, ponies were tethered to the ground, where children stood and  jumped waiting for a ride. The elephant swung his trunk high in the air. Standing with its leg chained to the ground, where people listened to its trumpeting sound. The lion moved in a straw-laden cage, roaring out loud in a kitty catty rage. Yes, I was a child, who stood among the crowd, looking all agape as monkeys chatted out loud, holding their babes, with faces in a daze. Some climbed around, looking out their cage. Then came the time to file into the tent, to sit on planks which were tiered above the ring. Watching the ringmaster cracking his whips, then swinging th