Little Red Wagon

If I had a little

red wagon

my life would change

a lot.

First of all, all the things

I want to haul around

can be moved in it.

Then, when it’s empty,

I can get my friend

and if I don’t have

one that’s  as adventur-

ous as I am,  find one,

and we can find the

biggest hill in our

neighborhood and

pile in that red

wagon and fly

down that hill.

Up and down.  All

day long.

If a wagon just

sits in your

garage, it’s time

you showed it

how much you

love to ride in it.


Red Hill and clouds. Painted Hills, John Day Fossil Beds National Monument, Oregon

Photograph © Dennis Frates Photography

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