Cory Schmidt
Well-known Member
Wrote this over a couple days during break at work, enjoy.
Rusted Things Where Wild Things Grow
Along roadsides, fence lines, hedge rows and among wood lots;
machines left to weather and rot.
Replaced, busted, or no longer needed;
dragged to a place never weeded
Once shiny new and trusted
Now sit battered, worthless and rusted
Many decade past
since seen use last
Leaves and a twisted tree
Cling to a machine never to be free
Gears and pulleys long ago froze
Sit in silence where the wilderness grows
Rusted Things Where Wild Things Grow
Along roadsides, fence lines, hedge rows and among wood lots;
machines left to weather and rot.
Replaced, busted, or no longer needed;
dragged to a place never weeded
Once shiny new and trusted
Now sit battered, worthless and rusted
Many decade past
since seen use last
Leaves and a twisted tree
Cling to a machine never to be free
Gears and pulleys long ago froze
Sit in silence where the wilderness grows