This Old Wagon

This old wagon has a message

My day is done. I am tired, and I just want to rest right here in the shade. I have taken the family to church on Sundays. The laughter of the children, the aroma of all the food that we carried in for dinner on the grounds-yes, I will always remember. I have brought all of the supplies safely home once a month for how many years. We moved, and I was loaded with all your precious belongings, and we made it fine. Yes, Mother, that piano was really heavy, but we made it. I must say, I enjoyed the family sleeping on the ground under me-I felt like I was really the protector. I know that oldest boy scared the hound out of you when the horses ran away with us. Actually, I had some fun with that since he kept us on the road just fine, and finally got control. We worked those fields together for years. I can’t count the number of teams we wore out! I really enjoyed the canvass stretched over my bows, kind of kept things cool. Mother made pallets for the children to sleep in there, and that was really special to me. That jug of milk wired to my sideboards, yes, it was butter by the end of the day-just to let you know the roads were a little rough. My memories are many, but now I am tired. I will just stay here in the shade and rest for a while. Thanks for all the fun.