By John R. Greenwood
Teetering precariously at the edge of fear and joy
exhilaration befriends us
Retreating to safety masked in fear
we shrivel up
and blow away
See what others do not
Say what you
Oh, this one speaks to me. I feel like I'm teetering precariously right now! I like the pictures you put with this as well.ReplyDelete
I so love this post. I definitely identify with Old Wrecks, hee hee! In the most loving way:) I especially love "Peering over with open mind, exhilaration befriends us". It's the only way to roll, kiddo!ReplyDelete
I love the way you matched the photos to your lovely words. Nice to know that an old, beat-up truck could still have umph. I just hope I can be like it. Really enjoyed reading this.ReplyDelete
This beat up old truck says, "Thank you all for dropping in. Your comments are appreciated."ReplyDelete
I love the words and even more so, the images. They are both sad and practical...Like a memorial in houour of good service in life.
Eileen, your observation was my goal. Even at rusty-rest they provide calm for my camera and earn respect from my pen.Delete
I had no idea old truck poetry was such a blooming genre. Thanks for making that happen.ReplyDelete
i am one of the invisible aging boomers, and yet, i will not go quietly into this goodnight (Fitzgerald). I am loving this poem.ReplyDelete
good job, good job.
thank you, for sharing.
As we get older it is easier to be ourselves.ReplyDelete
Agree with Karen - I have been me for a long time...ReplyDelete