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The Rollercoaster Ride

While at the museum
We sit in a car
A rollercoaster car.
Although the car
Stays where we are
In our minds we travel far.

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Climbing slowly
Oh, so slowly
Up to the very top.
Then, over the rise
Just close your eyes
As down, down we drop.

Rattling tracks
And straining backs
Around the bends we fly.
High in the sky
Hear us scream and cry
Thank goodness I left that pie!

Where is my heart?
Has it come apart?
Is it high in the air?
No, I’m wrong
It’s still going strong
Was that my lunch back there?

When will it stop?
Not another drop!
We’re travelling way too fast!
“To the museum, please
Take me and Eloise
This ride will be our last!”

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While at the museum
We sit in a car,
A rollercoaster car.
Although the car
Stays where we are
In our minds we travel far.

8 October 2008
© Jim Low

2 Responses to “The Rollercoaster Ride”

  1. susannah
    October 18th, 2008 22:36
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    Oh that photo makes me giggle!!! I can’t believe you posted it. You look like the ride was a bit scary for you (in your mind anyway! Eloise had the advantage as she’s never been on one before….heck…she won’t even ride on Thomas!)

    Is this to music yet? E would LOVE it!

  2. Karen Delany
    June 8th, 2010 07:57
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    You’re quite brilliant you know. I love that poem. It lives as you read it and I felt like I was there watching you, and listening to the sounds of the roller coaster.

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