Donald J Bennett Poet Rhyme

A Rusty Old Truck

I saw her there the other day
Left there to just rot ‘n rust away

Setting alone under a sad old tree
She is back in a field; hard to see

Probably a year ‘30 or ‘32 I don’t know
Her tires ‘are flat; bumper is hanging low

Her windows broken; seat is torn and tattered
Her body’s been bruised; lo it’s been battered

With time the old are retired and stashed away
Even though she surely was a beauty in her day

But beauty fades when the road’s too long
When tires on the road no longer can sing their song

So the curtain was drawn on the road ahead
And her tires on the road will no longer tread

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Patrick Farley Iv April 11, 2016 at 10:18 PM "But the beauty fades when the roads too long" First appreciate you stopping by. I go in and out of writers blocks and I mean to keep up on my comments but sometimes I upload my poetry and honestly forget about it. But I love this. I try to aim for these poems. Simple lines/deep meanings. The mark of a good poet! Donald J Bennett April 12, 2016 at 11:32 AM Patrick; My muse has also been in an extended slumber so I am unable to write much, which I miss but I do really appreciate your taking the time to comment. Thank you.

Pete Yuhas December 7, 2015 at 3:28 PM Very nice, see them all the time in the fields where I live.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis November 21, 2015 at 10:55 AM Wonderfully penned couplet. My husband's father's truck of Lord knows how long; it sat abandoned for many years in Little River, South Carolina, on their property. Then one day, it vanished. Donald J Bennett November 22, 2015 at 8:23 PM Thank you for taking the time to comment because that means a lot. I am sure who ever snatched your father-in-law's truck is as proud of it as he was at one time.

Richard Lamoureux January 23, 2015 at 9:56 AM I like this nostalgic piece. We can all look forward to a restoration. Donald J Bennett January 23, 2015 at 11:53 AM There are a million stories hidden back amongst the weeds of time such as reside in old vehicles such as this. Thank you for the comment.

Lindsay Laurie January 23, 2015 at 12:56 AM G'day Donald... The old truck and its owner; both tired and worn out... still here as a legacy from better days. Thanks Donald - Lindsay Donald J Bennett January 23, 2015 at 11:43 AM Your word ring truer than you know and I thank you for them.

Scott Thirtyseven November 22, 2014 at 7:16 AM I have only today re-tweeted a picture of a line of rusted out cars from Holland. The caption that came with the picture reads how this is a 75 year traffic jam, recently uncovered. From that I can imagine your old truck, and it's rusted red skin. Scott Thirtyseven November 22, 2014 at 5:03 PM What a poor way to treat experienced, willing workers! I am disappointed to read that I was so far of the mark with this poem. Having read it again, I can enjoy it both ways. Wonderful write. Donald J Bennett November 22, 2014 at 11:12 AM Thank you for the comment because it means a lot to me. I was using the old truck as somewhat of a metaphor of an aged person forced into retirement.

Chuck Melugin September 13, 2014 at 11:30 AM Donald, the truck may be rusty but the poem shines! Excellent! My best, chuck Donald J Bennett September 13, 2014 at 11:35 AM Thank you Chuck. I really appreciate you and all the others taking the time to comment on my work. It matters a lot.

Brenda Meier-Hans September 6, 2014 at 11:52 AM There's always something magic when we spot one in a field somewhere. I can identify this poem with an older person also.

Faye Gibson September 6, 2014 at 11:05 AM Donald, it happens to the best of us, too many miles on the road. Congrats.

Dr.Ram Mehta September 6, 2014 at 5:32 AM Congrats on a great win, Donald.

Casarah Nance September 5, 2014 at 7:51 PM Oh poor car, I bet in its prime it was a fine ride. Grats on your contest win :)

Poet Destroyer A September 5, 2014 at 5:32 PM Congratulations, DONALD, 'thank you for supporting my contest... Stop by my latest blog, if you'd like... Sending hugs to all. <3 LINDA

Kelly Deschler August 23, 2014 at 9:58 PM It is so sad to see those old cars and trucks just sitting there in the weeds, rusting away. Each one of them must hold so many unforgotten memories.... This a wonderful write, Donald. I enjoyed it very much! Donald J Bennett August 23, 2014 at 10:05 PM I so appreciate your dropping by and reading some of my work. That means a lot to me.

Jerry T Curtis August 20, 2014 at 7:46 AM I love when someone assigns an identity to an object---It give new dimension to our lives, and eases us into using our imaginations that we once processed as children. I Love this and I shall read more Donald. Donald J Bennett August 20, 2014 at 11:17 AM I like your take on using our imaginations. Thanks for dropping by.

Tanya Harrington August 19, 2014 at 4:27 PM I miss my old truck, not near as old, a 76 Chevy Custom Deluxe, 3-speed on the column....memories. I enjoyed this much and thank you for your kind words as well. Tanya

Robert Lindley August 19, 2014 at 8:10 AM Once I had and old truck, sold it for a few bucks. Wish I had that baby now. Would sell it again and fine cash cow. Love your write!! Donald J Bennett August 19, 2014 at 11:24 AM I appreciate you taking the time to read my work and really pleased that you commented. Thank you.