The old Ford sits patiently in the backyard.
Sitting, Hoping, Wishing that maybe one day someone
will come along and glance its way.
It's been sitting there for quiet some time now.
Through the rain and snow.
Vines and bushes have nested
their thick roots surrounding
nature's masterpiece.
Years and Years go by and nature's toll
Takes effect on this once stunning car
Holes appear in its hood, It's nothing more
than a playground for squirrels and birds.
The tires go flat and mold themselves to the ground
The wood in the floorboard
has rotted away, leaving a gashing hole
through this hole a small flower makes its way.
Melanie Dickie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ford-lost-in-time/
