~She's the Last to Leave the Fair~

She's the last
to leave the fair,
this hopeful child
with initials carved
on her favorite
carnival horse.

Misty blue eyes
that smile in the rain,
canvas filled walls
of magic explosions,
created from the wands
of her talented hands.

This carefree
compassionate heart
with hippie soul,
born too late to be
part of that generation,
but she would have
marched at the forefront,
tie-dyed skirt blowing in the wind,
ideals braided in her hair.

She's the last to leave the fair,
and I'd like to bottle
her zest
and spritz the world.

"Oh..to live on Sugar Mountain..
with the barkers and the colored balloons"
~Neil Young

© Jan S.