I love the idea of the wagon drawn by horses across the open prairie… bumping along with kids swinging out the back and chickens popping up and down. I see the old west in a hazy black and white way. Muslin dresses and bonnets and sturdy shoes that get dusty on the walk. Little House on the Prairie type of images. That wagon takes me home to not a place I am from but to the place I am going.
Bandwagon, following routines
Wagon we drag in life thats filled with all our emotions. Dump it.
Wagon that we bring around filled with everything we could want.
Wagon of luxury, cushioned life. Never experienced the other end.
I was on the wagon. I did really well for a long time. But like any addict will tell you, it doesn’t take a lot to fall off it…a little wobble, the wrong terrain and you’re gone. It takes more stability than you’d think. More than I had anyway.
The word wagon reminds me of life in general.
Emotional wagon.
Burden of life wagon
Wagon that you carry around hoping to discard.
Break their wagons and are overcome by it.
The wagon bumps down the dusty Oregon Trail. The belongs of the Hughes family dangle from every board. Their wagon stretches toward the horizon and the hope of a new life. Mr. Hughes hold the horses reins in his left hand and a remington rifle in his other.
Jesse, Levi and Chinks loaded the bags of flour, corn and grain into the wagon and were dismissed by Rueben. Immediately the three friends returned to the mercantile to peruse the new stack of novels that had just shipped in that week. Jesse hadn’t had a new book in months, and she was anxious for a new read.
I’ve always loved wagons. They have always been fun and cozy. I always have had the image of going to a parade in a wagon with a blanket to sit in/on. Wagons are sort of like portable cozy hideouts for little kids, I only wish they had wagons for older/taller people. It would be kind of neat to have a wagon sort of like a trailer with a weather-proof roof and heating. This wagon I’m imagining right now would have pockets/compartments and a squishy floor to lay on. It would sort of be like a bicycle trailer home.
That was what she wanted for her birthday – a little red wagon. So that was what I told my brother – Mom wants a little red wagon. He thought I was nuts, until I explained that she wanted it to load up her gardening supplies when she was working in the yard. Senile dementia has not set in yet!
I just wrote about a wagon. Why do i have this word again? I would thikn they would want the word to be changed. Does it always start off with this same word? If so, this owuld be a waste of time to use in class. I am not sure many of these students have even used a wagon before. I guess we could have been thinking about a farm wagon. The kind that is used to carry corn.
wagons are cool, back in the day they use to roll in wagons and horses, we should all have wagons. wagons rock. the best wagon was owned by a poor farmer who called it wagonlladic. hhaha i made a wagon funny,
the waGON IS RED. I PUll my brother in the wagon. It is fun to go fast in the wagon. We go down the hill in the wagon. do you want to ride with me in my wagon? I love playing with my wagon.
animals; it was formerly often called a wain, and if low and sideless may be called a dray, trolley or float.
Wagons are pulled by animals such as horses, mules or oxen, and are used for transporting goods, agricultural materials or sometimes people. Wagons are distinguished from carts, which have two wheels, and from lighter four-wheeled vehicles for carrying people, such as carriages. A wagon may be pulled by one animal or by several, often in pairs.
To enable the wagon to turn in as little space as possible, the front pair of wheels are often made smaller than the rear pair to allow them to turn close under the vehicle sides,[1] and to allow them to turn still further the wagon body may be waisted. The front wheels of trolleys and floats are small enough to turn under the vehicle’s body.
A station wagon (also known as an estate or estate car) is a body style variant of a sedan/saloon with its roof extended rearward[1] over a shared passenger/cargo volume with access at the back via a third or fifth door (the liftgate or tailgate), instead of a trunk lid. The body style transforms a standard three-box design into a two-box design — to include an A, B & C-pillar, as well as a D pillar. Station wagons feature flexibility to allow configurations that either favor passenger or cargo volume, e.g., fold-down rear seats.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines a station wagon as “an automobile with one or more rows of folding or removable seats behind the driver and no luggage compartment but an area behind the seats into which suitcases, parcels, etc., can be loaded through a tailgate.” [2]
When a model range includes multiple body styles such as sedan, hatchback and station wagon, the models typically share their platform, drivetrain and bodywork forward of the A-pillar. In 1969, Popular Mechanics said “station wagon-style follows that of the production sedan of which it is a counterpart, most are on the same wheelbase, offer the same transmission and engine options, and the same comfort and convenience options.”[3]
Station wagons have evolved from their early use as specialized vehicles to carry people and luggage to and from a train station, and have experienced worldwide marketing.
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As the wagon trudge onward, I took a look around at the landscape. The desert was barren except for the few bushes of dried foliage. The wagon bumped and rumbled making its way across the never ending expanse of land.
A catastrophe–the wagon has tipped. He lies in dirt, knee and shin and cheek scraped upon his left side. A wounded warrior, rising bravely to strike vengeance, through tear-streaked eyes, upon his attacker: Miranda, age six, and best slingshot in the neighborhood. Also, fastest tree climber. She taunts him from on high, while he screams that his mommy is going to tell her mommy. In two kitchens, simultaneously, two mothers sigh, and one prepares band-aids and peroxide while the other hides a secret smile.
the wagon rolled along the barren path . . . wheels grinding and bumping along the rocks . . . kerry looked up into the sky, wondering what life had in store for her in this new adventure..
I have a red wagon. It is very big and very red. Wagon means a vehicle used for transporting goods or another specified purpose. It holds lots of things. I love playing with it.
i’ve always found a wagon car wierd. i don’t know. maybe it’s the fact that it’s not proportional for me. i don’t like cars that are rough edged. It makes me feel constricted.
In one of my earliest memories, I am riding down the narrow hallway of my house in a purple tricycle that has a wagon attatched to it. In the wagon I haveplaced my most precious stuffed animals, and as I come to the doorway of my bedroom, I can see my dad fixing my TV. I call to him “Daddy, Daddy! Look at my stuffed animals!” He replied “I see, I see!”
Such a wonderful memory.
She stared at the sails as if they were a covered wagon.
“What?” Pinkie snapped, glaring at her, “I suppose you’ve never actually seen sails this pink, eh? And they’re not even their proper colors– they’ve faded in the sunlight. They sed to be muuuch nicer. But Edward was never good with the amount of bleach he used.”
“Listen,” said Cornelia, “I’ve never seen sails that color. Don’t they hurt peoples’ sensibilities?”
“They always scream when we come around, but I think that’s more because we’re pirates than anything.” Pinkie mused.
Shit. If that wagon hadn’t fallen. I wouldn’t have hurt her. If if if. It’s all I can concentrate on damn. Her leg’s broken. What will I do? Her parents….? No, fuck her parents, it’s my own conscience berating me right now. Not them.
a thing that pioneers use to carry things. over a long place.
On Sunday me and my family went and picked oranges from a orange tree farm it was really fun we loaded a whole wagon full of oranges.
when i hear wagons i think of a little kid pulling a littler kid, both blond, in a wagon.
I love the idea of the wagon drawn by horses across the open prairie… bumping along with kids swinging out the back and chickens popping up and down. I see the old west in a hazy black and white way. Muslin dresses and bonnets and sturdy shoes that get dusty on the walk. Little House on the Prairie type of images. That wagon takes me home to not a place I am from but to the place I am going.
Some one i knew fell in a cactus and his brother carried him away in a wagon , when he smiles he looks like he has a cactus up his butt.
i love wagons they are so beautiful i love ponies and i want an RPG-7 for christmas i love rainbows!!! P.S. I like turtles.
four wheels
red
handle
pull
carry things
push
container
rectangular
red
green
wooden
metal
plastic wheels or metal wheels
radio flyer
Bandwagon, following routines
Wagon we drag in life thats filled with all our emotions. Dump it.
Wagon that we bring around filled with everything we could want.
Wagon of luxury, cushioned life. Never experienced the other end.
I was on the wagon. I did really well for a long time. But like any addict will tell you, it doesn’t take a lot to fall off it…a little wobble, the wrong terrain and you’re gone. It takes more stability than you’d think. More than I had anyway.
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The word wagon reminds me of life in general.
Emotional wagon.
Burden of life wagon
Wagon that you carry around hoping to discard.
Break their wagons and are overcome by it.
The wagon bumps down the dusty Oregon Trail. The belongs of the Hughes family dangle from every board. Their wagon stretches toward the horizon and the hope of a new life. Mr. Hughes hold the horses reins in his left hand and a remington rifle in his other.
Jesse, Levi and Chinks loaded the bags of flour, corn and grain into the wagon and were dismissed by Rueben. Immediately the three friends returned to the mercantile to peruse the new stack of novels that had just shipped in that week. Jesse hadn’t had a new book in months, and she was anxious for a new read.
a box of wood for people to ride on that is being pulled by a horse or many horse. hahaha. just like a carriage but no roof.
I’ve always loved wagons. They have always been fun and cozy. I always have had the image of going to a parade in a wagon with a blanket to sit in/on. Wagons are sort of like portable cozy hideouts for little kids, I only wish they had wagons for older/taller people. It would be kind of neat to have a wagon sort of like a trailer with a weather-proof roof and heating. This wagon I’m imagining right now would have pockets/compartments and a squishy floor to lay on. It would sort of be like a bicycle trailer home.
A cart for people pulled by a horse.
That was what she wanted for her birthday – a little red wagon. So that was what I told my brother – Mom wants a little red wagon. He thought I was nuts, until I explained that she wanted it to load up her gardening supplies when she was working in the yard. Senile dementia has not set in yet!
I just wrote about a wagon. Why do i have this word again? I would thikn they would want the word to be changed. Does it always start off with this same word? If so, this owuld be a waste of time to use in class. I am not sure many of these students have even used a wagon before. I guess we could have been thinking about a farm wagon. The kind that is used to carry corn.
wagons are cool, back in the day they use to roll in wagons and horses, we should all have wagons. wagons rock. the best wagon was owned by a poor farmer who called it wagonlladic. hhaha i made a wagon funny,
the waGON IS RED. I PUll my brother in the wagon. It is fun to go fast in the wagon. We go down the hill in the wagon. do you want to ride with me in my wagon? I love playing with my wagon.
animals; it was formerly often called a wain, and if low and sideless may be called a dray, trolley or float.
Wagons are pulled by animals such as horses, mules or oxen, and are used for transporting goods, agricultural materials or sometimes people. Wagons are distinguished from carts, which have two wheels, and from lighter four-wheeled vehicles for carrying people, such as carriages. A wagon may be pulled by one animal or by several, often in pairs.
To enable the wagon to turn in as little space as possible, the front pair of wheels are often made smaller than the rear pair to allow them to turn close under the vehicle sides,[1] and to allow them to turn still further the wagon body may be waisted. The front wheels of trolleys and floats are small enough to turn under the vehicle’s body.
A station wagon (also known as an estate or estate car) is a body style variant of a sedan/saloon with its roof extended rearward[1] over a shared passenger/cargo volume with access at the back via a third or fifth door (the liftgate or tailgate), instead of a trunk lid. The body style transforms a standard three-box design into a two-box design — to include an A, B & C-pillar, as well as a D pillar. Station wagons feature flexibility to allow configurations that either favor passenger or cargo volume, e.g., fold-down rear seats.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines a station wagon as “an automobile with one or more rows of folding or removable seats behind the driver and no luggage compartment but an area behind the seats into which suitcases, parcels, etc., can be loaded through a tailgate.” [2]
When a model range includes multiple body styles such as sedan, hatchback and station wagon, the models typically share their platform, drivetrain and bodywork forward of the A-pillar. In 1969, Popular Mechanics said “station wagon-style follows that of the production sedan of which it is a counterpart, most are on the same wheelbase, offer the same transmission and engine options, and the same comfort and convenience options.”[3]
Station wagons have evolved from their early use as specialized vehicles to carry people and luggage to and from a train station, and have experienced worldwide marketing.
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wheel, covered, box with wheels, John Deere, tractor, hayride, little red,
As the wagon trudge onward, I took a look around at the landscape. The desert was barren except for the few bushes of dried foliage. The wagon bumped and rumbled making its way across the never ending expanse of land.
i have a wagon and it has a very dumb.
I have a wagon and it has a very cool wheel and it also has me and chris,landon,and every one else
i had a wagon once. It was justsitting , bare to the elements and it was just worthless.
covered, wheel, tractor, green, tires
toddlers, pull wagon
A catastrophe–the wagon has tipped. He lies in dirt, knee and shin and cheek scraped upon his left side. A wounded warrior, rising bravely to strike vengeance, through tear-streaked eyes, upon his attacker: Miranda, age six, and best slingshot in the neighborhood. Also, fastest tree climber. She taunts him from on high, while he screams that his mommy is going to tell her mommy. In two kitchens, simultaneously, two mothers sigh, and one prepares band-aids and peroxide while the other hides a secret smile.
My wagon was a R0B0T that love R0CK
the wagon rolled along the barren path . . . wheels grinding and bumping along the rocks . . . kerry looked up into the sky, wondering what life had in store for her in this new adventure..
I have a red wagon. It is very big and very red. Wagon means a vehicle used for transporting goods or another specified purpose. It holds lots of things. I love playing with it.
It’s for transporting used Christmas trees.
My mom pushed me in my “WAGON”
i’ve always found a wagon car wierd. i don’t know. maybe it’s the fact that it’s not proportional for me. i don’t like cars that are rough edged. It makes me feel constricted.
In the old days families traveled by covered wagon for many days to find land for a new beginning.
As time passed children today play with their little red wagons with pets in tow, favorite toys or a ride down the hill.
It’s a parto of train, but it means car, wheel, cart, too.
wheels vegetarian wagon animals farm hay wheat sex Rapunzel bricks construction baby s Jesus
In one of my earliest memories, I am riding down the narrow hallway of my house in a purple tricycle that has a wagon attatched to it. In the wagon I haveplaced my most precious stuffed animals, and as I come to the doorway of my bedroom, I can see my dad fixing my TV. I call to him “Daddy, Daddy! Look at my stuffed animals!” He replied “I see, I see!”
Such a wonderful memory.
She stared at the sails as if they were a covered wagon.
“What?” Pinkie snapped, glaring at her, “I suppose you’ve never actually seen sails this pink, eh? And they’re not even their proper colors– they’ve faded in the sunlight. They sed to be muuuch nicer. But Edward was never good with the amount of bleach he used.”
“Listen,” said Cornelia, “I’ve never seen sails that color. Don’t they hurt peoples’ sensibilities?”
“They always scream when we come around, but I think that’s more because we’re pirates than anything.” Pinkie mused.
Shit. If that wagon hadn’t fallen. I wouldn’t have hurt her. If if if. It’s all I can concentrate on damn. Her leg’s broken. What will I do? Her parents….? No, fuck her parents, it’s my own conscience berating me right now. Not them.