My Grandma’s Wheelbarrow
By Lord R.e. Taylor
It sat in the back yard
Right up next to the garden
It was so old
I think my grandma used it
Now it is all rusted
Stuck in the dirt
With a flat tire and several holes
We knew that it was still a treasure
We never moved it
It was where it was meant to be
A little bit of soil
A few beautiful flowers
And it became the beauty my grandma knew
A treasure from my past
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