The wheels were made of iron
Attached to a creaky old frame
A solid meal mule rolling
Decades of fifty and twenty-five pound feed bags
Today it wheeled me
Up and back along wheelworn planks
Powered by an ancient man
I instantly shone as the center of attention
The center of the store, the town and the solar system
Nodding their satisfaction were the other creaky venerables
Watching as Saturn gave Apollo
His first ride across the heavens
On an old wooden feed chariot