the village roundabout maintains control over our visitors
Sometimes though it can get clogged up
The roundabout just sits there and watches the people in their transport
It wonders what it's like to go anywhere, anywhere at all!
It wasn't moving, it never would
The sound here encourages the roundabout to think and wonder about everyone passing
And to one day being free as a bird in air.
I stand here to maintain control,
Without me there would be more decisions,
More derision shouting and strife.
I accept the block on passing by,
By watching and hearing all,
I am not noticed not seen.
I would want to go somewhere,
Where all these people have gone,
Perhaps someday when I am gone.
5th July 2019