Circus Day Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

No festivity and no reason
No place and no other season
Could ever compare with the sight
Of emotional reponse on children's faces
That one's memory vividly traces
Come visions of the Circus at its height.

Old fashioned Calliope music sounds neat
As entertainers and animals perform their feat
Forming a lump in one's throat as they say
Accompanied by a multitude of sighs
And a hardy clapping of approval and surprise
A jubilant moment for children on this Circus Day.