Wheelchair Song

By Judy Clouston

Whack-a-ta

Whack-a-ta

Whack-a-ta

Whack!

is the song that

my wheelchair sings.

I can’t run or jump,

skip rope or swing,

but I can

slalom down a hill

and make figure eights

in the driveway.

And I can be your friend

if you’ll let me.

Whack-a-ta

Whack-a-ta

Whack-a-ta

Whack!

Friendly

smiles

and helping

hands don’t

take away

stares or

stairs,

but they make

them less

important.

Whack-a-ta

Whack-a-ta

Whack-a-ta

Whack!

Special thanks to Lauralee Stoddard, age 6, in wheelchair; Miriam McArthur, age 11; and the Easter Seal Society of Utah. (Photo by Philip Shurtleff.)