Old Sid’s True Friend

By Sis Unsworth

Old Sid so loved his Wheelbarrow, he proundly did confess,

he said it gave him pleasure, and made hardwork seem less.

Out on his allotment, his produce he would share,

in golden days of summer, you would always find him there,

pushing his wheelbarrow home, at the growing seasons end,

A smile and a wave he always gave, as he passed by with his friend.

in winter time he used it, to carry home his wood,

A warm log fire with curtains drawn, made our Sid feel good.

My wheelbarrow is a real true friend, Sid would often say,

I can recall his very words, down to this very day.

Time passes so quickly, but memories linger on,

reflecting Sid and his Wheelbarrow, though both are sadly gone.

 

Copyright Sis Unsworth