God of Golden Joy and Laughter,
is a profound sadness about abandoned amusement
parks. A website, The
Roosevelts, has photo-documented these
deserted venues: once sites of joy, and
now of depression:
no bands playing, no children shouting,
no candy-butchers barking their wares,
no screaming, guests loving the thrill
of roller-coasters and parachute drops.
rusting rides and peeling paint...
wonders why the once-grand parks
are so often left to decay rather than
being razed for re-use of the land.
the old photos one can imagine
what the parks were in their hey-day: bustling
with music, lights and color, excitied children,
joyous families and young lovers, climbing
aboard the rides and thrilling
to the brilliant sights and twinkling lights...
the builders of these grand amusements anticipated
many long years of success,
but somehow things went amiss.
unremembered now, made their enterprises
can almost hear the long-ago echoing screams
of terror and laughter as patrons were hurtled
through space on twisting rails.
smell of carmel corn and cotton-candy wafted
across the midway.
church groups, God, surely came here
for a Sunday of innocent laughter and fun.
children mounted the hand-carved gaily painted
horses to ride around
on the carousel to the sound of hurdy-gurdy
cackling witch warned of the exquisite terrors
to be feared and loved
in the House of Horrors, but now
she rots, silent and ignored in the bushes.
Lord, bless all the owners and all the hard
workers who constructed, painted, operated
and maintained these grand gaudy lands which
are now crumbling into oblivion.
too, all those who came to these fantasy
places over the years, and found respite
from the hardship of their lives...