“Wheelbarrow Ride,” Friend, Sept. 1990, 18–19
Wheelbarrow Ride
The best wheelbarrow ride that I ever went on
Happened one morning on Grandfather’s lawn.
He filled up the ’barrow with a great leafy pile.
“Hop on top,” he said with a smile.
He gave a big push, and away we did roll.
We bopped and we bounced right over a hole.
Grandpa said, “Now, here we go fast!”
I jiggled and jounced like a frog in the grass.
Splash through a puddle, squish through the sand—
I dreamed I was riding a ship tall and grand.
Up a big hill and round an old tree—
Grandma was laughing at Grandpa and me.
Over the grass we flew like the wind.
I said to Grandpa, “Wow, what a spin!”
Now, I’ll never forget the breezes’ sweet song—
And the best ‘barrow ride that I ever went on!
Illustrated by Shauna Mooney