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  • Wheelbarrow

    here no more for they have gone
    the wheelbarrow thoughts i dwell upon
    mom, dad and brother have passed away
    this tool reminds and is here to stay

    before my life it was bought
    now rusted, faded the handles rot
    at age of two, bricks did it haul
    dad built a home for the family all

    dad gave rides to a crew of tykes
    up the hill we oh so liked
    a playhouse built when i was ten
    a grand mansion it seemed back then

    sidewalks, fences, concrete mixed
    with tons of red building bricks
    the paint has faded, and the handles weathered
    this old wheelbarrow is much much treasured

    {nephew told me when in high school he was asked to write a "Wheelbarrow" poem. He asked what I would write, this is my try at the assignment}