What may be old just depends on the view.
Some things forgotten with exception to rule.
There in a field rests a wagon made of wood.
Ravaged by weather but when new it was good.
Once long ago it pulled its load
Now old and forgotten
But a secret it holds.

To the wonder of a young man
Who stumbled upon
This hidden treasure
That filled him with thought.

He held in his hands
A way to stop time.
To cross through the ages
Tis a rare thing to find.

He had captured the essence
That pulled at his soul.
And learned of this secret
That he hadn't known.

What first was just a picture
But became so much more.
He'd found a beauty that had been ignored.
So the wagon had yet something more to give
And opened the eyes to a young man this gift.

© Linda S.Burger

Original Photo By: Daniel E. Burger III