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 :-)

[Lostmom]

I know this wagon and the Christmas it was received. I also know the joys it has had and also the sadness from being abandoned. Beatiful! Very vivid discriptions. Thank you for sharing it.

[BrightEyes]

this evokes melancholy and nostalgia within me. your imagery is vivid here; i can see the old and rusted red wagon, almost hidden by overgrown brambles and tall grass, almost crying to live those days again, when it was shiny and new and....loved.

little edit thingys:
sqeking should be squeaking
medal should be metal

an excellent write; had a good flow to it - very smooth read. :-)

[Monday Parker]

Oh god this is great! So vivid and powerful. To me its not just the red wagon but the stories of childhood, little peeks into the past. Ah I could talk about this all day- how this poem effected me...But i will leave it at Great great write!!!