Wheelbarrow
The, small, dark wheels sit atop the grass lonely.
The great, red, basin reclines in majesty, beads of water scattered across its surface.
The scratches of the dirt from long-ago works leaves its mark.
The, small, dark wheels sit atop the grass lonely.
The great, red, basin reclines in majesty, beads of water scattered across its surface.
The scratches of the dirt from long-ago works leaves its mark.