That day the circus came to town
her sweetheart had to leave for war.
The wagons rolled past bands of clowns,
the sun shone bright on beasts; his sword
took her best place there by his side.
That day the circus came to town,
they smiled and cried, they said goodbye,
the train wrapped them in steamy clouds.
Four years of gloom, the rain poured down
she closed her eyes and saw his smile
that day the circus came to town.
His letters now make life worthwhile.
Another band, a new parade
A peace declared, he’s homeward bound.
His eyes are wrapped, he has an aide–
so changed, since circus came to town.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 12/6/2012