Best Wagon Poems

The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.

And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and...

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I saw an old wagon wheel in the antique store the other day.
What type of vehicle it must have conveyed, I couldn't really say,
But I let my imagination roam as I studied the old wheel,
And pondered its odyssey and what secrets it might reveal.

Its iron...

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When I was a 6 or 7 old boy,
my mother bought me a red wagon.

I loved this wagon.
I would pulled my friends in it.
I imaged I was a bus driver.

My friends would line up
at designated street corners,
and I would pick them up.

Too many kids would...

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My ol' memory is hazy
And sometimes things don't seem too real;
But I can still recall the night
That I danced at the Wagon Wheel.

Well, seems I was in a good mood
And was puttin' on quite a show;
Prancin' on top of that slick bar
And yellin' like a...

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The Last Wagon


The story tells of wagon wheels,
rollin,' cross the plains.
New land with its promises, 
planning their bounty claim.

Every wagon rollin' cross
had to weather the plains.
Injuns' watched with eagle eyes 
and counted wagon trains.

Staggered and strayed they would travel,
the land in numbers strong.
But always the...

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Christmas, me in my red wagon
Slogging in tears, later you forget
Am I a full person?

Blown black pepper stings your eyes
You strike me, the ambivalence aches
Covered mouth laugh-sharing from now on

Reattached you escape childish dreams
I offer to banish parts of me
Warriors on the horizon, plump and...

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I'm Neddy the draft horse
And of course,
I have a job to do,                        CHOROUS
I chauffeur people
Round Windsor Town,
To take in the view.

Neddy the...

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There Is No Little Red Wagon 
                                      ...

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They left their father's hearths, those stalwart pioneers,
To follow their dreams to the west seeking new frontiers.
They laded Conestoga wagons and without a backward glance,
With faith and fortitude, ventured into that vast expanse!

They gathered at Independence to form a wagon train,
Then, ferried the Mighty Mo...

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The landscape. No blame.
Should have been designed downhill.
Thumping could be fixed....

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The Wagon

                       The Radio Flyer that carried my friend
              ...

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Wagon ruts--those cut backs
Of roads along a ridge
Heal in natural obsolescence,
Heal with rock and wash ripping gullies,
Bearing gnarled root
And jagging teeth of jutting quartz,
Heal with rain and wind
Flinging seed darts to stubble thickets
For holding in a mountain's side,
Heal and vanish from all those
But that old...

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Brother had made me mad so I knocked him down the basement stairs.
Choicely words he hurled my way-His teary eyes reflected pain and back at me they glared.
Like a viper he laid around the house daring me to come his way.
Sorry am I now for...

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THE LOST WAGON TRAIN


Last fall, hurriedly clearing the attic,
We were packing lots of books and crocks 
For the church rummage sale frantic.
My son grabbed  a book from one box,
And threw it on the heap marked  “low priced stocks”

Cowboy book, hardback with  title...

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The fire burned warm and brightly,
    As the little band of wagons were gathered close and their animals were 
tethered tightly.
The ladies sat about preparing meals for the coming day,
     While the men folk took on chores there...

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