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The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree
The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree
I daily take the pathway to the rocky plains
Cast a glance on that car wreck by the tree
Time and dust have left a visible glossy stain
And the rust, is a wiser sign of misery
***
Among the growing plants and the green
The iron entity holds its old solidity
The aged machine of what has been
Still keeps the charm of the old serenity
***
A gaze along the walk, a dead-living car
What left is only the outer hard shell
Emptied from inside, the rest, put apart
A hollow body where green life dwells
***
That rust and that aged face of the thing
Between life's green spirit, is only beauty
That harmony of space gained just casually
Is like a melody, for a sad heart to swing
***
And the wind with a light move, sways
Among the dead, and those who live
Sends his breath into heaven's space
And the old Truck, her vigor, she gives
***
The yellow shape glistens in sunrays
Reflecting her glamour of what once was
Like a jolly bride in Spring does repose
A flower in the green prime of her days.
***
If the past was tumultuous heydays
The present is better in may ways
Beauty comes from those bright rays
That reflect the power of the old age
I daily take the pathway to the rocky plains
Cast a glance on that car wreck by the tree
Time and dust have left a visible glossy stain
And the rust, is a wiser sign of misery
***
Among the growing plants and the green
The iron entity holds its old solidity
The aged machine of what has been
Still keeps the charm of the old serenity
***
A gaze along the walk, a dead-living car
What left is only the outer hard shell
Emptied from inside, the rest, put apart
A hollow body where green life dwells
***
That rust and that aged face of the thing
Between life's green spirit, is only beauty
That harmony of space gained just casually
Is like a melody, for a sad heart to swing
***
And the wind with a light move, sways
Among the dead, and those who live
Sends his breath into heaven's space
And the old Truck, her vigor, she gives
***
The yellow shape glistens in sunrays
Reflecting her glamour of what once was
Like a jolly bride in Spring does repose
A flower in the green prime of her days.
***
If the past was tumultuous heydays
The present is better in may ways
Beauty comes from those bright rays
That reflect the power of the old age
Published 15th Nov 2023
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15th Nov 2023 3:03pm
15th Nov 2023 3:11pm
17th Nov 2023 2:16am
Nice write. The picture makes me think about the old vehicles hiding amongst the trees here.
18th Nov 2023 11:36am
Something eerie and thought provoking those old trucks hidden among the trees, some are just wreck cast aside, others are freaky entities that raise many a question about jeepers creepers.....their hideaway...
