Under the Big Top

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Circus Tents

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You’ll never guess what I’m watching now
Not TV, a video game but a tall dancing cow
I’m under the Big Top and thrilled to no end
Cause I’m at the circus with Jesse my friend

Twenty clowns want to get in one car
And once they do, they can drive pretty far
It cracks me up all the tricks that they do
With painted faces and a ratted up hairdo

Ring Master Dance

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I like how the spot light will circle the tent
While dramatic music leads in the next big event
The Ring Master dressed in a bright suit and tie
Announces a trapeze artist, we all look to the sky

Holding our breath we watch her in awe
As she swings through the air without even a flaw
So graceful she twirls and flies through mid air
It must be a thrill being so high way up there

Then the tightrope walker comes out on the rope
With a very long pole which helps him to cope
With balancing firmly as he walks very slow
First one step then another from heel then to toe

Juggler

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There’s jugglers, magicians and animals too
This is just so much fun maybe better than the zoo
And that’s just inside but there’s more all around
Now to tour all the booths to see what can be found

                                            -Written by Rose McFarland

 

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The Last Camping Trip

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Camping Tent at Night

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We’ve packed the car and are ready to go
On the last camping trip ‘fore the coming of snow
There’s so much stuff it’s hard to fit
Inside the car, where will I sit

We’ll pitch the tent with cords and some stakes
We must be fast and not take lots of breaks
As it has to be finished before it gets dark
Oh, what was that sound, a coyote’s loud bark

Then we gather stuff for a campfire tonight
And circle the pit with stones placed just right
I love to roast marshmallows on a long stick
Not get them too brown, is a really neat trick

Roasting Marshmallows on a Campfire

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Tomorrow we’ll hike and pick up bits of wood
Exploring the trails at the base of Mount Hood
There will be waterfalls, canyons with a hidden lake too
We’ll never get bored with so much to do

I might see a Bear, a Raccoon or a Doe
So close that they could be within a stones throw
It’s better to watch from a good distance away
As this is they’re land and so I will not stay

What if we find some caves in the hill
I learned never to enter but just seeings a thrill
And wondering what inside can be found
Are there bats, or snakes or gemstones so round

My favorite of all comes when the sun goes on down
Then we snuggle in blankets as we all sit around
Telling scarey ghost stories we make up as we go
It’s so spookily fun, just the best, don’t you know

                                              -Written by Rose McFarland

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A Magical Chair Named Adventure

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A Magical Chair Named Adventure

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I was bored one day and wanted to play
A game of adventure but started to stray
Down a long hallway at the back of Gramps home
And saw an old door with a handle of chrome

I decided peek and see what was inside
As I turned the handle the door opened wide
Shimmering light shot out with a roar
So bright at first I had to look at the floor

Slowly it faded and turned to a glow
From the center of the room, I just had to know
What was making the light so I stepped on inside
And saw an old chair covered in faded rawhide

Its feet were of wood shaped like claws of a hawk
I moved even closer and it started to talk
I’m a magical chair, Adventure’s my name
Sit down and get comfy and we’ll play a game

So I slowly sat down and was amazed to see how
The room suddenly changed to a field with a cow
There were hound dogs running and chasing about
I was totally startled and had to shout out

From behind a tree a Knight in armor road out
On a tall stead of white so strong and so stout
He came even closer, right up to the chair
As I looked on in wonder, I just had to stare

I’ve found you my king said the Knight right to me
I’m ever your servant on a quest I will be
To bring you a treasure that’s deep in a cave
Of emeralds and rubies, a crown that is made

Then the Knight turned his horse and galloped with speed
Going off to find riches and do a good deed
And just then the roomed changed to walls and a floor
As I sat in the chair and stared at the closed door

Your father’s father and his father too
Sat down in my chair but they never quite knew
Just where I’d take them or what they would see
The top of a mountain or the floor of the sea

We have traveled out to the brightest of stars
Seen the days when Ford made his Model-T cars
Saw the Wright brothers take their very first flight
And how Edison’s light bulb ended the night

Some day your son will find his way to this room
Thinking I’m an old chair is what he’ll assume
But I’ll show him great things from the past to this day
For my name’s Adventure, let his dreams show the way

                                                     -Written by Rose McFarland

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Fishing at Willow Creek

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Colored Fish

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Old Willow Creek is singing it’s song
To me and my Dad so come on along
Grab your best fishing pole and your tackle box too
Lets catch us a big trout and make some fish stew

I’ve got a cooler all filled with some ice
Then I added creme soda oh it will be nice
We’ve jerky, some chips and PB & J
To munch on while Dad takes the trout to fillet

Be ready to kick back and take it real slow
When the fish will bite, you never quite know
That’s part of the fun when your down at the creek
To just laze on the bank at the end of the week

My Dad tells stories of the one that got away
That his Grandpa had lost way back in his day
It was a great Northern Pike with teeth an inch long
And it weighed eighty pounds that’s as big as King Kong

The first time I heard it the fish weighed ten pounds
But it grew to great size with each telling a round
I’m sure it was giant and the catch of the day
Too bad it was tricky and and got clean away

                                                 -Written by Rose McFarland

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