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 it’s 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 09/24/09
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 it’s 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 09/24/09
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