Thursdays mean poetry here on These Days. Our friend, Pam, and her kitties, Teddy and Angel Sammy, at Two Spoiled Cats, gave us this photo for our inspiration today:
Here’s my poem:
So Many Memories
What do you see when you look at this heap?
Fords, Chevys, maybe some Jeeps?
There’s more to the picture than meets the eye;
keep reading, and I think you’ll see why.
A tiny newborn’s first ride home
meant sweet reflections in that chrome.
Some were ‘daily drivers’ in local carpools:
shuttling little ones to games and to school.
Nervous teenagers on their first date;
get her home safe, but don’t be late.
On a Saturday in the middle of June,
one transported a couple on their honeymoon.
One got me to work and back home again;
that car knew every bump in Highway 10.
Someone’s first car: the source of their pride.
Sadly, one may have been someone’s last ride.
Now they’re crushed, but there’s still more to do:
they’ll all be recycled into something new.
As I was writing the last part of my poem, I thought I’d better research what really happens to cars after they’re crushed. I found it very interesting. If you’d like to read it, here’s the link.
~These Days Of Mine~
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