Pieces of Eight (2020)

My Father Had a Wheelbarrow

My Father Had a Wheelbarrow

There were days I filled it with sod or
With weeds culled and pulled
Collected litter from trees in autumnal mode
The clippings from shrubs or hauled wood
But the best use of all wasn’t work
It was simply the joyous rumble
Of the downhill ride in the wheelbarrow
Until the inevitable tumble

Written for EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT
TOPIC Wheelbarrow