Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Thoughts of a cart

Here I sit all alone.
Not knowing where is my home.
I started at a grocery store,
Then rolled up a hill, then down one more.
Ended up on Eastridge and Hyde,
Cars would have to turn real wide.
Someone put me on the sidewalk,
Then Gus moved me by the rock.
I've been rained on,
Snowed on,
Hailed on, and more.
How am I going to get back to the store??


Bonnie B. said...

What? That's crazy! How was your first day of school? Hope to see you this weekend!

heidi said...

LOL! That is funny. I wonder how that happened?! I guess you can take it in the backyard. I'm sure the boys would love to push each other down the hill in it. :) J/K

Becky said...

I LOVE your poem. . . I didn't know you were such a talented poet.

The life of Jayne said...

So deep and thoughtful!

Hows your teaching job??