The old Wagon Wheel

Story ID:	3347
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:	2007
Person:	SELF

I saw a wooden wagon wheel
from a bygone era the other day,
laying all forgotten and forelorn
by the side of a super highway.

Now the traffic on that highway
rushed by me too and fro,
and i thought of that old wheel
and how slow things used to go.

There was time to think back then
time to love and feel true joy,
time to eat your dinner too
and time to whittle out a toy.

You could draw up an oaken bucket
of sweet water from your well,
and sit on your porch and listen
as your friends told tall tales.

And if that old wagon wheel could talk
I think i know what it would say,
it would tell us all to sit and enjoy
the sunset at the close of day.

And just to listen to our friends
to hear what they had to say,
to take the time to whittle wood
and just enjoy living out each day.