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.