Roller Coaster
she has no hang ups
she is just happy to live
playing in the garden
by the rusty swings
we can recount childhood memories
till they drift away with the weather
i caught a glimpse of something else
something a little better
and soon i was on a roller coaster
going up and down
James Garratt – July 1995
Roller Coaster
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 