Theresa Edwards Poet I do not know?

Back and Forth

Back and forth 
                                                            in a swing
                                                      from one old tire.

                                                          One old tire 
                                                becomes a two wheeler
                                                up and down the street.

                                                        A two wheeler
                                                becomes four on the floor
                                                    riding around town.

                                                     Four on the floor
                                                  becomes two wheels
                                                   on front of a walker.

                                                            A walker 
                                                  becomes a wheelchair
                                                  up and down the halls.

                                                           A wheelchair
                                                     becomes a rocker
                                                   rocking back and forth.

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Anne Rutherford April 19, 2011 at 5:58 AM Theresa well written on the progression of our wheels of life. Awesome. Anne

Shanese Hicks April 18, 2011 at 7:08 PM I like this one. I don't know what you were going for, but I got that transforming, revolving feel from it. Like the stages we go through in life: childhood, adolescent, adulthood, etc. Good job

James Foulk April 18, 2011 at 6:44 PM a creative piece of poetry, enjoyed it