Remember

Not so many years ago, 
In another time somewhere;
Rode a little boy and his red fire truck,
Sunlight gleaming in his hair.

With dirty hands and dirty face,
The lights and sirens blasting;
His little legs peddled oh, so hard,
Now those memories are everlasting.

The memories of little sister,
Who wanted so to ride;
But the little boy was Fire Chief,
She only sat by his side.

It's worn down with love and play;
But each bump and scratch the little boy left,
Brings back memories of those days...

Of not so many years ago,
In another time somewhere;
Of a little boy and his red fire truck,
Sunlight gleaming in his hair. 

Poetry by Allison Chambers Coxsey 1996