The bright red Radio Flyers of our youth

pale in comparison to those

that made the journey on the Oregon Trail.

We filled ours carefully


the makings-of lemonade stands,

favorite stuffed animals,

the occasional slug.

Theirs were filled with history,

salted meats,


Playing the computer game

in second grade,

I couldn’t make the connection

between our coy wagons

and theirs.

And now it all seems so elementary.