Dirt road reveals the entrance
Splintered words welcome you
Chain links distorted glance
Grass damp with morning dew
Crawling through the boneyard
Where legends are put to rest
Rusty bodies who lived hard
Dusty earth devour’s what’s left
Skeleton of a vintage Mustang
Once cobra jet powered
She went out with a bang
While the competition cowered
Shelby was her fatherly saint
Bucket seats dressed in leather
Factory blue and white paint
Faded by time worn by weather
Fiberglass curves so majestic
Born on a Detroit assembly line
Now propped by stone and stick
Stripped of her slick iconic design
Here lays the Corvette Stingray
Fast forward seventy years
Her heartbeat still heard today
Through offspring and new ears
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
I really enjoyed this!
For being about a boneyard, I found it to be uplifting. My first car was a mustang.
It’s a story (of course, lol), but this vivid poem of yours brought back some nice memories. Phenomenally penned, Damian.
And now I’m off to bed. It’s 1:30 am. I need more hours in my day!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Cool, my first car was a Camaro. I love cars & trucks even though I’m not mechanical at all. lol. When I need to relax I watch YouTube for the Car revival shows. A guilty pleasure I guess. lol. Never enough time. Appreciate you.
Damian
This was a great piece Damian. They should have a cemetery for these classic muscle cars. I love the look, the sound and the performance of these cars from the 60’s and 70’s. Great piece of writing Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. There are nothing like the classics my friend. I even dig some of the 50’s cars and trucks. Appreciate you.
Damian
Okay, I’m gonna admit it. This brought me to tears. The memories I have of wandering salvage yards with daddy, scavenging parts for his current car project, are some of the most precious for me. Daddy’s little grease monkey. I can smell the old interiors & rust still. Thank you for the journey back, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sounds like joyous tears then. My dad worked on cars some when I was younger, sometimes I smell fresh paint mixed with bondo. lol. I also enjoy watch car revivals on YouTube. I find it relaxing for some reason. Grease monkey, huh? Great story my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
A metaphorical genius you are indeed, bro.
When those memories hit!!!..Like a Rolodex of the mind
Can’t say enough about this vibe!!
much respect
Naaj
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Thank you, for the compliment really means a lot me coming from a gifted writer like yourself. Much respect, indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
You don’t know what you got till it’s gone. Most cars today look like cheap matchbox cars. Great ink.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. Some of the newer cars are better than the 80’s and 90’s models. But they don’t have the spirt and vibe of their older counterparts. Appreciate you.
Damian
As someone who loves oldtimers and especially muscle cars (as you know) I can’t love this one enough. You took me on a trip down memory lane, my friend. Thanks heaps for sharing 🖤
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Duende. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I knew you liked this one, and you’re very welcome. So wonderful to see you my friend. I’ve missed your writes and commentary. Appreciate you.
Damian