The Tricycle Army 1
The tricycle army
What does a tricycle mean to a three year old?
Just as another plaything, does, it, she behold?
Loving it like the grown-up’s love for love’s madness
On it, she roves about the yard and inside the house.
But , is it all there is to this special bonding?
No, it has got another level of standing.
Like, when she thinks someone in the house had hurt her
Crying for help, she runs to her grandfather,
Quickly mounts her tricycle without omission
And escorts the grandpa to the scene of action
Seated on its saddle like a queen on horseback
Shouts orders to give her tormentor a nice whack
Applauding the action with gleeful laughter
The- tricycle- army glides back to its quarter.
For: Gwendolen Rix’s “My Bicycle” contest
28 apr 12
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