a green wagon
a green wagonwe stopped at
a farm stand
in the country
to get some
fresh picked
corn on the cob
and potatoes to
have with our dinner.
on the way out
i asked my wife
to please stop
the car for me
a green painted
wagon caught my eye
and i needed to
take pictures of it
i just walked around
that old farm wagon
snapping away in the sun
as cars wizzed by on
the curzy road
i got back into the
passanger seat and
told my wife that i
could have photographed that
green wagon for an hour
she smiled, i smiled
and we drove off
sometimes life
is just that simple
and pleasant.
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