Ashes to Ashes, Rust to Rust - Ode to A Chevy Truck

While driving down 

a two-lane mountain highway yesterday,

enjoying the fall leaves and mountain views,

I noticed a single shed,

sitting in the middle of an empty field.

And before I flew past it, 

I saw a glint of sun

shining off something metallic. 

Slowing down,  

to take a closer a look,

I found

a thing of beauty!  

A glorious, rusty, thing of beauty.

I turned off at the next dirt driveway 

and drove as far as I could,

parked my car 

and walked out in the middle of the field,

 camera in hand~

to meet this stately gentleman from the past.

 His eyes were bright 

and up close 

I found him to be quite handsome 

in his old age ~

~ still holding his own!

I can just imagine what a life he lived,

and the joy he must have given.

His wrinkles and rust were evident,

but you could tell he had lived a good life!

 He sported the most beautiful shade of blue,

like Paul Newman's eyes ~ 

 I was completely mesmerized by his charm!

 The hood ornament,

so elegant ~

testified to his earlier grandeur!

 I was overcome with a sense of great respect

 as I stood there in awe.

I take solace

in knowing that

someone, somewhere, 

cared enough about him

to keep him in the shed,

which, by-the-way,

had a new roof!

 I could tell he had been there a long time, 

just watching the world pass by,

the seasons changing, the fields around him

being planted and harvested.

 

During his respite,

he had graciously played host 

to several inhabitants, it seems.

~ Offering perhaps a place 

to stay warm and dry.

 I dared not open the door or glove box!

He was still in great shape ~

  no major body damage!

I choose to believe 

he is waiting 

to be brought back to life ~

and one day, maybe, 

I'll drive by and see him renewed!

~ As if he had peeled off 

that heavy winter coat of Rust~

 and revealed his Baby Blue skin ~

 as blue as the sky he rests under!

There is just something about an old truck!

They mean something different

to each and every person.

I asked my facebook friends this question:

When you see a vintage, old rusty Chevy Pick Up Truck...what do you think? What sentiments do you feel? Comment back with one word or a paragraph...whatever comes to mind.

It warmed my heart to read what they shared - 

so I'm sharing it with you:

"It represents sweeter times. 

Makes me feel all warm and giggly."

"Photograph"

"Ohh what fun..lol love those pick ups."

"Farmlife and hard workin men."

"I can relate as a kinda wrinkly, 

bulldog jowled old lady, but im still running..lol!"

"That I want to get in the drivers seat, pick up my best friend, 

crank up good music and drive through the sunflower fields 

in North Dakota, where we grew up, and have a picnic."

"Simpler times, happy times, riding with windows down 

and wind whipping your hair and stinging your face, 

good memories...."

"Photograph of coarse!"

"Memories!"   

Amazing isn't it? 

Trucks aren't trucks ~

they're family members

second only to man's best friend ~

his dog!

I'd bet you'd find a few good 'ol boys 

out there who would have a hard time

deciding between the two!

Live Your Authentic Life ~ 

Be the Real You!

Blessings,

Martha