Broken Red Wagon

In fields adorned with briars and crawling vines

A broken red wagon sits neglectfully parked in time.

Memories adhered to dried mud and clay

Rusty red paint remembers its shine that Christmas day.

 

Once fueled by laughter this chariot on rubber tires

could carry most anything, this proud Radio Flyer.

On yardly adventures through make believe worlds

The memorable sound of squeaking tires twirled.

 

When metal surrendered to rust, and passengers grew taller

A broken-hearted red wagon lost two shades of color.

Innocently forgotten in a shed laced in cobwebs and dust,

the wagon remained, the precious, imaginary cargo in trust.

 

In time the shed pleaded for more valuable space

A broken red wagon disregarded to a new hiding place.

Unsheltered from the elements withered the make believe freight,

Near the barn, in the briars, tangled in vines

A solitary, broken red wagon is kept lying in wait.

Reviews

[Christine]

This is sad, wonderfully written. What a sad story that you wove with your imagery. I really liked how you started this poem:

"In fields adorned with briars and crawling vines
A broken red wagon sits neglectfully parked in time.
Memories adhered to dried mud and clay
Rusty red paint remembers its shine that Christmas day"

I could visualize this in my mind's eye. Great write.
I am glad you took your creativity off the shelf! Oh and regardless if you went into the army because you wanted to or because you were undecided about a career path, I thank you for your service. The army is not an easy life to live but you did for a time.

Thanks for reading my poems. :-)

Christine :-)

[Wandering Minstrel]

This is beautifully said...................

[Sami Khalil]

"In fields adorned with briars and crawling vines

A broken red wagon sits neglectfully parked in time"

You have set the tone marvelously to a sad and melancholic piece of great poetry and with sharing some of thos lovely memeories of that childhood with the broken red wagon...Thank you for sharing...:).............

[Samuel Dickens]

This is touching, poignant, loving and a bit sad. Are inanimate objects like Radio Flyers just metal, rubber and paint? Not to me, they're not. Perhaps they wait patiently for the child to return, even if the child is old and grey.

[Penlady]

The first REAL set of wheels. Within MY circle of life, that wagon would not have stayed in the field but would, by now, have a new coat of paint and be moving. One kid pulling two kids laughing in the back, back on track.
Your poem is wonderful. A real multi-faceted vision that brings about so much feeling while reading. Thank you for sharing. You have such a tender heart. You aren't as deeply into the dark side as you would have us believe. (Just my opinion)

[Hoosier Belle]

Wow, so very herat tugging and sad, but yet written so well. I enjoyed this write, It touched the corners of my heart.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Oh yes! I love it! Very clever....Thank you for reading my Twig poem.....Cheers to you! I can't wait to get around to reading the rest of your work as well....

[Helena]

Very beautiful write! A real winner indeed. The images evoked in this poem
were superb. I loved the "old world" feel of this.....truly enjoyed the read!
Thanks for sharing this masterpiece for the "Word Forum" Gordon.

~ Helena :)

[Anima Inspired]

Very nostalgic... This is a great metaphor for how time changes all things, yet they remain the same in memory. I'm almost reminded of the saddness I felt the first time I read the "Velveteen Rabbit"...LOL...the way that children grow and the things that they love (through personification) grow old, lonely and sad. Beautiful imagery, great metaphor, and the flow was nice as well. Bravo!