I spent time recently searching for an item for a raffle for an organization which I am not only member but head officer of local chapter. It was our intent to try to find something different than just a basket of cheer. After searching the websites of different places I found the cutest red wagon in which we can make a basket of cheer and snacks.
As I looked at the wagon, it triggered memories of one which I had at age six. It was a hand-me-down from boy cousins but I loved it. I remember putting my dolls and teddy bear inside and pulling it around the block. I recalled playing with friends taking turns pulling one another.
Later that day the red wagon came up in conversation. A few had shared their stories about owing one which triggered the poem I wrote today. The part about restoring it came from one person who had told me they saw one at a thrift store. They thought it would be interesting to purchase with idea of someday restoring it.
Did you have a red wagon? What memories do you have of it?
Until tomorrow.....enjoy your Friday; remember to wear red to Remember Everyone Deployed.
Day Twenty Poem
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THE RED WAGON
© Scottie-ann Murphy
(For all who once had one as a child)
Age three....
The little red wagon
inside I sit like a princess
Grandpa pulls it behind him....
down the lane we go....on a
summer day
Oh what fun!
Age Six......
The little red wagon
filled with my dolls and teddy
bear
Pulling it through the neighbor
Giving them a ride....on a summer
day
Oh what fun!
Age Eight....
The little red wagon
My friends and I take turns
as passenger
Going here and there out for an
afternoon of play....on a
summer dsy
Oh what fun!
Age Twelve....
The little red wagon
Filled with empty soda bottles
I found
Returning them to the store for
spending cash....on a
summer day
Oh what fun!
Age Twenty-four....
The little red wagon
Hidden among items in my
garage I found....on a summer
day
No one seems to care it's there
Oh how sad!
Do I keep it as a reminder of my
youth?
Do I give it away?
The paint on the wood now faded
with time
Wheels have dry rotted over
the years
Yet I hang on to it with hopes
of restoring it to its glory when
I find the time....someday
Oh how interesting!
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