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- history dozes
- the weeds and the wildflowers
- this one's for m.
- moments later
- swing by day in sunlight warm and gay
- across the lane from the arched white fence
- the fence rises like the arched back of a great wh...
- doggone it's hot
- rooftop porches
- so so hot and no air conditioning
- "objects may appear larger
- hang a left at the cornfield, climb a bazillion st...
- when approaching this neighborhood flower shop
- if you're very quiet
- so much depends upon a red wagon
- it took me a long time to learn
- evening settles like a dream.
- i'm hooked on the "boys who build" network
- milkweed blossoms blink innocently under a white h...
- have you kissed any princes lately?
- she tolerated us in her pasture
- it is hard to know where the real world ends
- in joyous july
- last night, after the rain,
- the lad at the piano practices playing happy birth...
- our little world is turning upside down
- the day after the fireworks, do you still carry ar...
- happy birthday, usa
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21 comments:
Absolutely! Our children and grandchildren had them too. Childhood would not be the same without a little red wagon.
It looks abandoned. And so beautiful.
But where are the white chickens?
So cute! Great find.
Do I need children to play?
:) indeed!
Such a perfect summery photo and poem . . .
And it looks like it could be filled with abandoned treasures as well Brattcat, just can't quite make out what they are!
Have one of those wagons in our garage....collecting dust and odd balls and racquets.
Love your milkweed photo....
And, this one is just perfect!
I got one of these too in the garage attic, waiting for another day.
This is a classic. I wonder how many people walk by scenes like this and fail to pause to appreciate them because they do not have a camera in hand.
excellent image that evokes all types of images and memories
Nice shot. And, after a short search, looking for an old memory, a vague remembrance, I was surprised by the number of songs about red wagons!
Beautiful!
I had one of these, not much different and it was heavy with my little brother on it!
A red wagon. One of the leading signs of childhood and summer. I hope to see a bike with training wheels before long . . .
I had one (a Radio Flyer). Obviously you had one. Are they still around?
Magnificent capture, memories, light and joy!
I imagine happy kids playing around this wagon! :)
Léia
Some of my memories have a little red wagon in them. I also recall visiting many cities in the U.S. in my little red wagon.
Re your comment about thrift shops: On the day I took this photo, I visited three thrift shops. I love thrift shops for the serendipitous potential. But these three were all a terrible disappointment. Most of what they had should have been tossed in the garbage. The rest was in disorganized, dirty heaps. Ugh!
The one pictured didn't look too bad on the outside. Inside was a different story. A miserable mess!
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