**Old wheelbarrow.
abandoned near woods.
lying on straw and dirt;
rusted and tarnished, used to carry
soil and bricks; colors faded
retired.
resting uneven,
is it only destined to waste away with rolling
years, has it served its purpose?
Rolling snapshots of memories allude to junctures of childhood.
Yelling with glee, we went, my sister and me
as it advanced down the hill!
Sometimes just me with dad,
pushing me in the barrow
around the yard, under the tree in the summer breeze, followed by a hug and an ice tea.
These memories, I cherish; links to
the past. cherished reflections
Faded into obsolescence. a period of easiness,
that implied simplicity; now a simple snapshot of a thought.**
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
**Old wheelbarrow.
abandoned near woods.
lying on straw and dirt;
rusted and tarnished, used to carry
soil and bricks; colors faded
retired.
resting uneven,
is it only destined to waste away with rolling
years, has it served its purpose?
Rolling snapshots of memories allude to junctures of childhood.
Yelling with glee, we went, my sister and me
as it advanced down the hill!
Sometimes just me with dad,
pushing me in the barrow
around the yard, under the tree in the summer breeze, followed by a hug and an ice tea.
These memories, I cherish; links to
the past. cherished reflections
Faded into obsolescence. a period of easiness,
that implied simplicity; now a simple snapshot of a thought.**
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