The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Ferris Wheel

Man made the wheel to go from place to place.
And as it turns, it saves us work and time.
But Ferris wheels will take us into space
as swaying softly to the clouds, we climb.

At most, it’s an amusement-- nothing more.
We ride around and end up where we start.
But back at the beginning is a door.
A secret shore that’s right there in your heart.

At carnivals, they spin the wheel of chance,
and no one really knows where it will stop.
But Ferris wheels will show us, in a glance,
all of the world when we are at the top.

On winding roads, I wander and I roam,
but Ferris wheels will always take me home.

About the Writer

Alan M Sugar

Alan shares his poetry in Decatur, Georgia where he currently resides. Now retired from teaching special needs children in the public schools of Atlanta, he works as a writing tutor at Perimeter College of Georgia State University. Alan writes many poems, and you can find some of them in the Atlanta Review, The Jewish Literary Journal, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, The Awakenings Review, RFD and … the Dirigible Balloon.