David Kettler Poet Rhyme

Wagon

The Wagon

                       The Radio Flyer that carried my friend
                      The hay wagon ride at October’s end
                      The seat in the car that faced to the back
                      The kids making faces, through rear window crack
                      The little wagon, that rolled up the street
                      The wheel that would squeak…
                      And the ice cream was sweet
                     My buddy and me with horsepower one
                     Holes in our shoes, but man it was fun!
                     Our wagon we left to sit in the rain
                     To gather some rust, and childhood pain
                     Just an old wagon, no power of its own
                     To pull through the streets
                     While your childhood is on loan
                     The handle hangs down, in the middle it’s bowed
                     At my command, it goes where it’s towed
                     Carrying treasure like toys sticks and pearls
                    Along with my memory, of pony-tailed girls
                    It’s long gone now, sold at the sale
                    But it took me a ways…up life’s little trail

                  David Kettler

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