Sunday, September 1, 2013

Circle of Time

Wagon wheel, you once went to town
Now you stand to guard the gate.
Wheel, I wonder where you've been and when?

Did you carry fruit from orchard to market;
Did you carry children to their country school?
Are you sad when you remember then?

Did you roll to the churchyard Sundays,
Carry a family to homestead out west?
You've turned to fencing—never again to spin.

You are still a part of the farm now,
Guarding the pastured stock, connecting
Yesterday to tomorrow—like an old and cherished friend.

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