Round The Trees

Little brother was always so
excited to walk the long drive
with Auntie Jo to the letter box
pull out the letters, carry them
back down the drive for Mum.

At first he walked down the drive
then he rode the little pink tricycle
_ renamed as motorbike”. From
time to time he tried to ride the
big red tricycle – too awkward
even with the wood blocks
Dad fixed to the pedals.

At last came the day when his legs
were long enough to ride the big
red tricycle without blocks on
its pedals. He and Auntie Jo
turned right at the end of the
drive, went towards the end of
the cul de sac under  the trees
– only a little way then back –
for it was hot and sunny.

As the weather cooled down
their walks lengthened,  little
brother would ask to walk
“round the trees” of the tree
lined cul de sac. Sometimes he
even remembered the mail,
asked to take the mail,
asked to take it back on his
wagon behind the tricycle.

Round The Trees