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Rusty lay by a field of corn
Sightless eyes cracked
Left behind
Weed entwined
Field mice ransacked

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His upholstery foam unpacked
Windshield pitted and lined
Paint peeling
Hinges squealing
Wheeless, tireless, resigned

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Once he was the friend of mankind
Now vines are concealing
A sight forlorn
No one to mourn
Time forever stealing

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Gone are his days of freewheeling
No voice in his horn
Rust attacked
Insect packed
Seeded and slowly reborn

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Day 24 of National Poetry Month  –  A Roundabout Poem

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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