I took a walk the
Back where the garden grew,
There I saw a beautiful sight,
It brought sweet thoughts of you.
Your tricycle stood all alone,
Beside a patch of weeds,
A Dirt Dauber used a spoke,
For his selected building needs.
The rain and sun has faded,
The paint and cracked the seat,
Rust is the major color now,
No longer shiny bright and neat.
You traveled many miles,
Pedals going 'round and 'round,
Brother standing on the back,
Your neck his arms surround.
Faster faster he would cry,
And pedals would move so fast,
Your feet looked like wheels,
As you would go riding past.
You would stop to rest a while,
The echo would drift to me,
Frudder, Frudder ride again,
Soon you pedaling I would see.
Many memories are brought to mind,
By the tricycle forgotten in the field,
The closeness of two brothers grew,
A deep love in grown men doth yield.
Your kids now ride their tricycles,
Sharing rides with a sibling or friend,
One day you too will see the trike,
Left by a child and you'll comprehend.
The need to walk back into time,
To gaze upon the unused toy,
Tears will fill your loving eyes,
As you remember another little boy.
Keep the memories close at heart,
Hold them forever so very near,
And when you miss that little child,
In your mind he'll again appear.
I will meet you in my memories,
Together we'll both visit the past,
The love fostered years ago,
Has an endurance that will last.
Thank the Lord for your memories,
They are precious and make the day,
Easier to face a difficult morning,
And the pedaling will clear the way.
07 April 2008