10 8 6, Family trips to the park on a bright summer's day.
My brother sit in our bright red plastic wagon.
One right and two lefts toward Tommy's Kids Castle.
I set my book in our bright red plastic wagon.
My brother ran straight for the Twisty Tire.
Away from our bright red plastic wagon.
I grab my book and walk toward the swings,
We all leave the bright red plastic wagon.
My brothers find friends and play tag, tower to tower while
My parents sit by our bright red plastic wagon.
13 11 9, We get older and trips to the park become fewer.
We see less of our bright red plastic wagon.
My brothers find friends to play video games with, server to server.
Seeing less of our bright red plastic wagon.
I pull out my Nook and sit on the couch
Hardly giving a passing thought to our red plastic wagon.
Inside more and more, losing the sweet kiss of the sun
And abandoning the plastic wagon.
18 16 14, growing up, all of us, Isy Zach and Nate, talk and laugh around the table
Remembering all the times we rode in our wagon.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poetry
PoesiePoems are in chronological order of when they were written starting in 2016.
