Saturday, August 10, 2013

The Olde Truck.....

Photo by Alica
Olde truck abandoned by the edge of the field,
Where wild flowers grow and the garden yields -
On olde veggie vines, still a thing or two,
Wherever have I wandered to?
It's been here a while, all rusted n olde
Damp weather comin' - I feel the cold.

Broken olde truck on the edge of the field,
-where the waters edge does often yield-
deep, cold water on a beach at low tide-
where the deepest water can very well hide
those things that stay hidden, till very low tide.

I cannot ride, so I must walk
cellphone has ringtone - to someone I talk-
I move past wild flowers n  beyond by the hedge-
out to the field, peering over the edge -
sitting, legs danglin' o'r the edge and copin'
Oh damm, someone left the olde truck door open.


Fun60 said...

It disturbs me to see old abandoned vehicles in places of beauty.

Jackie said...

Great poet, you are...and kudos to Alica for the photo.
My Father-in-law (deceased)has his old truck in the "back 40" portion of our farm. It was probably a beauty in its day, but like the one in your photo, most of the parts have long rusted away. I do enjoy going and looking at his old truck, though. The weeds have long become its new color and the flowers adorn it beautifully; this poem of yours gave me pause to smile and think about his old truck again. Thank you!

DJan said...

Oh, funny! I enjoyed this, Saucy. You are quite the rhyming poet! :-)

Red said...

Great poem! I'll bet you had fun with it. I always feel more satisfaction when I write a poem. Maybe I have to work harder.

biebkriebels said...

You are a poet! So nice you can do this, you are talented!

Friko said...

You’ve made a poem out of an eyesore. No mean feat.

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

I just plain flat LOVED this! LOVED IT! You are such a hoot, my friend!! :):)

Saucy Kodz said...

Yes, but we can make them beautiful again by writing about or removing them, 'eh.

Saucy Kodz said...

Aww, Jackie this just makes my heart feel good. I am glad to hear that my poem gave you pause to smile and reflect on your Dads olde truck. You are most welcome.

Saucy Kodz said...

Thank you DJan - that means a lot :)

Saucy Kodz said...

OK Red, thanks for the compliment - now, off you scoot and begin that poem we will all see you post, Eh.

Saucy Kodz said...

Thankyou Marianne for the kind words. Eh.

Saucy Kodz said...

Yah, I would say that and your words mean much to me - thank you Friko.

Saucy Kodz said...

Thank you for the "flat LOVED this" - I felt like a hoot my dear friend. lol

Linda Wildenstein said...

Thanks so much for droppy by my bloggie. I'm glad I came to visit you as well. You're very funny and charming. This poem is wonderfully entertaining and Puppy Jack is absotively, posolutely fantabulous. I shall return. Oma Linda