Ladies shade themselves with parasols,
Lace and silk to filter sun
In starlight bursts upon their china skin,
The children queue for the thrilling drop
Of the helter skelter ride,
And fluffy clouds of candy floss,
Cling to sticky fingers that
Pull at whisps and coat their mouths
With sugar flares, before they swim,
The sparkles on the rhythmic waves
Lapping at their tiny toes.
These are days that live forever
In the silver sheen of film,
That captured such a perfect time.