Slumber Hill Poem by Catherine Casey

I hear the distant circus
Though over Slumber hill.
Repeating invitation
For restive minds to fill.

Splendour of spectacular
Tickets are being snapped up.
Tumbling clowns, acrobats,
Elephants and ketchup.

Though night has all encompassed,
Bright search lights prod the sky.
Just in case you’re looking for
Less sleep not pass you by.

Red and white the stripy tent
Clowns colours plastered high.
Is it really serious
The message- face in pie.

Circled rings a novelty?
Three ringed must mean for sure.
Grotesque is such profession
And popcorn used as lure.

Generators, caravans –
In fields of churned up mud.
Delirious the fan fare
The steady midnight thud.

Slumber hill I wish for more
The distance that you keep.
Rest you well, as much you can
Good conscience aid your sleep.