Treasure Hunting on a Mississippi Roadside

The endless lines of election signs

Dusty pines and clinging vines

A pick-up bumper, roadside dust

Chipped chrome, covered with rust

Roadkill, an oil spill

Remnants of a patio grill

Aluminum cans, empty bottles

A water tank and strapless goggles

Stranded car, Christmas star

Cookie jar and wrecking bar

Cords and ribbon, plastic bags

Torn flag and dirty rags

Golf clubs and baseball bat

No heads, but many hats

Branches, boards, and other wood

Most are rotten, but a few look good

Barbie dolls with heads long gone

Chess set with missing pawns

Photographs, worn and faded

Discarded and unappreciated

An I.V. bag, medical waste

Every sign has been defaced

Lots of shoes, but not a pair

A lost umbrella, a faded chair

Styrofoam cooler, kitchenware

Ladies jeans and underwear

Ears of corn, a drinking horn

Everything old, everything worn

A garbage dump that runs for miles

Different scenery, different piles

Magazines and medications

Laptops and Play Stations

Crescent wrench, broken bench

Strangely hidden in a trench

Baby diapers, traffic cones

The DVD of Sherlock Holmes

Padlock, socks, piles of rocks

Lincoln logs and building blocks

Furnace filters, hunting knife

Jars labelled, “elixir of life”

Turtle shell, torn lapel

Mounted fish, a silver bell

Fishing rods and mobile phones

Water bowls and random bones

License plates, roller skates

A map of the United States

Framework of a trampoline

In-between there’s lots of green

No toys, no games, no tennis ball

Roadside treasures for some, not all

Grasses growing leaves a-blowing

Cars don’t show any signs of slowing

Caring not for what they’ve passed

It goes away once they hit the gas

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “Treasure Hunting on a Mississippi Roadside

  • April 17, 2018 at 7:36 PM
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    I love this work, Ralph. Great rhyming and such an amazing lot of junk along the highway. As always, a smooth flow and a pleasure to read. Nice work, indeed.

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  • April 17, 2018 at 10:35 PM
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    There is a sadness to this, the remnants of man, strewn everywhere we go. Nicely penned and expressed as always Ralph. Cheers!

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  • April 19, 2018 at 1:14 PM
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    Amazing rhyming my friend. It is a great story but also sadness between the lines, like Tony said. Great work Ralph.

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  • April 20, 2018 at 4:57 AM
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    Amazing what signs of “life” exist on so many miles traveled, yet virtually ignored. Well brought into the consciousness with such attention to detail!

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