Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 73,718 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

The Alone-Child, Age Eight - Poem by Daniel Brick

Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels,
the tricycle inches forward toward
the white house with white pillars.
Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels,
the alone-child pedals with all
his might up the incline, over
the cracked, broken sidewalk,
down the curb, bump. The alone-child
heaves his trike over the opposite
curb, plop. He straightens the wheels
and pedals faster. There at the end
of the block stands the white house
with its white pillars. The white
house is very quiet. Shh, it says
to him. He turns his trike around.
Shh, he says to it. The alone-child
turns his head and stares down
the alley - it is empty! He pedals
faster and the wheels squeak. Ha, Ha.
It doesn't matter. He can stop at his
telephone pole and check his trove.
Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels,
go faster. There are no bullies today.
Squeaky wheels, squeaky wheels,
have fun! Childhood

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood

Form: Ballad

Comments about The Alone-Child, Age Eight by Daniel Brick

  • (4/26/2016 10:47:00 AM)

    Enthralling piece of work... your squeaky wheels poem is really amazing... (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (4/2/2016 4:13:00 PM)

    Had to return and read this poem again. I'm happy to report that it is as remarkable as it was yesterday and is just as shiny a read the tenth time as it is the first time! (Report) Reply

    Daniel Brick (4/2/2016 7:37:00 PM)


  • Susan Williams (4/1/2016 4:14:00 PM)

    How in the world did you submerge yourself in the mind and body a a child- - an alone-child- - to such a stunning degree? You put your reader in that child's skin, in his mind, and turned us loose on that trike with him and all of a sudden I was remembering my blue trike and the heat of the sun on my arms and spilling over and scraping my knee. That's not a pen you're holding, that's a magic wand. Now I see why they have that rating system because it's the only way to tell you how I feel about this- - I'm going down there and punch in 10 a thousand times (Report) Reply

    Daniel Brick (4/2/2016 7:36:00 PM)

    Susan, Your enthusiasm is wonderful! THAT'S NOT A PEN... THAT'S A MAGIC WAND. I really, really appreciate your sharing this view of my poetic performance. This is not an EGO THING. It's about belonging to a community of poetry and writing poetry worthy of the people in it. I say this sincerely - Poetry is my other self.

  • Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 12:35:00 AM)

    The alone-child
    turns his head and stares down
    the alley - it is empty! beautiful............................
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  • Amitava Sur (4/16/2015 11:36:00 PM)

    Hi your squeaky wheels on the trike really took me to my left out childhood, what is already a long past and unforgettable. The simplicity of the poem with it's eloquence in describing a child's mind attracted me. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Simone Inez Harriman (4/6/2015 2:22:00 AM)

    I could hear the wheels and felt the relief in your poem Daniel. Beautifully penned. (Report) Reply

  • Magdalena Biela (4/4/2015 6:07:00 AM)

    I imagine an 8 years old Daniel hurrying to his books, away from older boys, happy to feel save, free and...child. Simply beautiful! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (4/2/2015 10:53:00 PM)

    The child on the tricycle, his innocence, his frolicsome ride, his casualness in contrast with the awe inspiring majesty of the white house, the squeeky wheels, the bullies.... all striking images in a rare blend of simplicity and satire! A great write! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (4/1/2015 10:48:00 PM)

    I adore this poem. Even though I never had a tricycle I felt really relaxed with this
    write. Very refreshing.
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  • (3/31/2015 7:41:00 AM)

    Very simple, elegant and poetic.A beautifully constructed poem. Took me to my childhood. (Report) Reply

  • (3/25/2015 2:06:00 PM)

    Brilliant work...With no bullies, there is freedom, childhood, perhaps even innocence. An amazing poem. (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (3/24/2015 8:16:00 AM)

    Is there a hint by A. in the child, I wonder?
    Bullying is a growing problem everywhere.. In America both the White House & the Congress should do more to tackle such an issue.. but it seems they are too busy in bullying into each other..
    Interesting and uncommon theme.. as always you're a master ;)
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  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (3/23/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    Woah unique poem and i sure love extraordinary stuff i.e a poem with an uncommon topic. U crafted it well and makes us picture it so vividly in the mind. Kudos!
    Great to read u again!
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  • Mihaela Pirjol (3/22/2015 9:42:00 AM)

    This poem brings in mind a scene from the film Sixth Sense. Unfortunately, nowadays more than ever; bullying is a major problem in schools and not only among children; and many of them suffer in silence. The images in this poem portraits it vividly. (Report) Reply

  • June Mita (3/21/2015 7:28:00 PM)

    The repetition of squeaky wheels in the poem adds a hint of caution for the alone child. The final blow, regarding no bullies today, just gives it a great punch. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/21/2015 7:25:00 PM)

    the tricycle inches forward toward
    the white house with white pillars... The alone child pedals and moves on. Squeaky wheels go on faster and childhood of child also moves on faster. Beautiful presentation and description makes this special. Nice and wonderful imagery within. EXCELLENT poem shared.10.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

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