Subject: A Found Barrow
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-90.s27.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Sat May 16, 1998 at 9:51AM

Found a red wheelbarrow

On road curbside, narrow
Where owner had placed
Along with junk to be aced

All along that winding street
People'd placed stuff to meet
With the Spring Clean pickup
A Friday deadline now stuffed

Without pickup of a rusty cart
Which still has life left in parts
For the wheel turns quite free
And handles are as firm as trees

The only part not quite steady
Is where the bin attaches, ready
To accept all leaves and debris
Where metal frame's rotted, see

Right there - on top of the wheel
Where all weight's caught on steel
This is place where it's rusted thru
But it still has structure yet, to use

So, it will do the trick to finish yard
Making the work not quite so hard
Allowing for easy carting of mounds
Of earth, weeds and leaves around ...

- Tristram

(c) Christopher W. Thomas
9:35am Sat. May 16th, 1998