Bearings Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bearings

Having car meant a lot
-not many could afford
-still beasts carried loads
-and cartage, passengers
- (with the horse in blind.)

Roads were dirt and cobbled
-asphalt rare, and cement,
-for four-wheeled, its tires

And we, kids
-had own way

We made our radio
-with the kits we purchased
-and sat and assembled
-small parts, speaker and wires
-and we jumped
-felt great with first sound

We also took a box
-of the wood, wooden bars
-nailed and fixed underneath
-one bearings at each end
-like a car became box
-when had wheels on its sides

To steer chose plank
-a bearing at bottom
-connected to main box
-used a hinge for turning, left or right

Ho, ho, ho, tri-wheel
-it was fun, game, childish
-childish life, ways childish

On and off we shared rides
-with the kids who pushed us

And of course, encountered:
- "Watch for cars! ! ! , Be careful…"