Rusted In Time

Stands alone in the high grass;
Left on the track of time.
Rusted wheels frozen forever.
Red painted layers peeled back like an apple
Showing the dry wood of a box
Over the old rusted wheels
That perched upon through its younger days.
Rusted wheels have traveled
Over and over many destinations unknown;
Now sit idle, not moving forever more.

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