RADIO FLYER

To you it was a simple wagon,

red, dented and full of rust.
It wasn't much to look at
in the corner, gathering dust.

But yesterday it was a rocket ship
that blasted us to outer space.
To walk upon a moon of cheese
and battle an alien race.

Yesterday it was a covered wagon
from stories we were told
that carried all our wares
as we ventured off to mine gold.

Yesterday it was a fast race car,
shiny red, with speed like no other
that sped us down the road
to visit our grandmother.

Yesterday it was a moving truck,
carrying toys, sticks and rocks.
It was a bookmobile, airplane,
pirate ship and a sled pulled by dogs.

To you it was a simple wagon,
rusted and held together with wire.
To us it was our childhood.
It was our Radio Flyer.