Precious Cargo

Responsibility by the crate full.

Two miles

A long way to go on a go-cart

A slab of steel

Bolts for axels

And a 3-horse Brigs and Stratton

The vibration and bounce

Is what made it fun.

But this job was serious

For the two yet so young

Mom needed us to do it.

4-dozen eggs were ordered up

“Try not to break them”

In a flash, we’re off

The younger drove

The older stood

There beside the motor

Holding fast to the roll-bar

Then cradling the cargo

Between his legs

At a slower pace back home

Mom always said thanks

Never failing to say

How proud she was of her boys

On egg delivery day.

 

They never broke . . . . not one.