Photo ©2011 Cheryl Cato (Used with permission)
as I thrive
my heritage,
incarcerated by
past glory, binds
me to the soil.
from battles
lost and won,
scars remain
not so hidden within
the ever-living
growth of time.
there is dignity yet,
even in pockmarked
ruts of long abandoned
roads.
Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker
Love it! Truly beautiful work!
ReplyDeleterick i read this and saw the truck and my free associating mind dragged me down to "dig me" by king crimson. you wanna hear this? no you don't but i did . . . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fb5eBlmX3l8&feature=related
ReplyDeletehere are some lyrics: "it's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tyre irons toothy grills and car parts before me...the acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstery.. once I was
worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
angry bay..."
steven
Very cool Rick. The old truck does look like it's been in many a battle & is now half buried in the soil.
ReplyDeleteI love the lyrics Steven added from "dig me". Where does he find this? I'm amazed by both of you guys!