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