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