A Chapter of Verses

The verses I have written over the past fifty years in many forms, and on many occasions.A young boy visits a circus and so begins his tale. Across the night time fields in the company of Clowns.Will they reach the Spinning Stones before the Gassers come?What will happen if Clowns spin?And why must old things pass away? And who is waiting in the village, down the broken railway tracks.... where the White Wolf will not go?