THE DELIGHTFUL MOVEMENT
Around the top of Centre Hill and up, up over the high street Ville winding round the corner store leading along the silly shore, see the colourful marching things of the delightful movement?
Flowers as lips and windows as eyes the movement’s Day Street music is alive, heard within playgrounds children’s cries.
It isn’t secret. It’s there in plain view! The wind blows ripple-ribbon-rhythms and flag-raspberries at you.
There’s cotton candy kisses smeared all over this place, given by amorous carnival grace. Gee, doesn’t that pretty girl have such a pretty face?
See main tree arbor and the marigold arcade, formed in network, looking like the sunlight brigade?
Bright painted toys of all size and shape are marched along lovingly through cinema-scape.
Now, do you see it? Now, do you really? The sunrise and magic placed in your eyes, given by the movement, what a delightful surprise!