|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki
|I wrote such a poem for an antique car my dad had. He had purchased it from the mother of a well-known Las Vegas man. I published it in my first book of poetry. This reminds me so much of that time and place shortly before his passing. Somewhat emotional reading for me..
Special memories never leave...
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Vehicles, esp. pickup trucks are like old friends. Beautiful poem, Budd.|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|This was a pleasure to read because of the 'care' element inside the lines. The deliverance was nicely placed, too; as the set up for the finale ("At first you gave me loving care) didn't lessen the crescendo of: "So I sit unable to go" That 'unable to go' line brought all the emotion of a 'stopped heart.' ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|So very sad that once such a beauty
has become nothing but landscape art,
but thanks to your sentiment we are
reminded of it's better days!!!!
|Reviewed by kimberly gray
|Loved It! I got pretty emotional which I normally don't do - bravo - great write
|Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
|Arhh such is life... but at least it was loved for a while and this poem pays tribute to the old beauty...thank you for sharing this,I too would like to own such a car/truck...sad that someone can't retore it or rescue it.Well done Budd!
Love to you and yours
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|But never forgotten for all the beautiful memories, I wish we could keep them all Budd, for Abandoned and dead are surely kept alive in the memories.
I'm the sort of person who would have put the poor thing in the garage and given it care even if it could not be driven. For how can a soul not hold onto such a beautiful memory.
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|This one touches my heart. That looks like what we call a “field find.” would love to take that old body and restore it to classic condition or hot rod it.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|...ran outta gas..we all get there huh? cute write!|
|Reviewed by Donna Chandler
|Cute piece of poetry. The worth of this old truck is not lost. It makes quite a nice planter. :)
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Personification of memory's objects is a favorite genre of mine. Obviously for your as well. Consider, however, another look for what appears to be some typos. Nicely done, Budd.|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Very interesting picture....in fact, it really is quite beautiful and your words capture the essence of it perfectly!
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Nice one Budd and it goes so well with the photo. Well done my friend, however you might check it for typo's. "But then my became the past..." My what? "So I sit unable yo go..." Think you may have intended "to" go.... Not that I want to nit-pick. Dick|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|A Classic truck indeed and a great write of fond memories of the good old days Laura
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end . . .|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I love it, last summer I came across two old fifties cars long abandoned and half submerged in a swamp. Almost as if they were driven there together and left to keep each other company until time eroded all trace of their history. You can't help but wonder at their memories.
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Your words make me feel so sorry for that old truck!! It's so pretty!
|Reviewed by John Domino
|Nice poem Budd. But don't we start becoming an higher value to others when we achieve antiques status? I hope so...|