Poetry: Rusty Thoughts Posted by67steffenApril 3, 2021April 3, 2021Posted inPoetryTags:#thoughts An abandoned rusty chair Waits for me near an ocean, No cell phone service, Only deep thinking Like a runaway Mack truck Plowing through a spent cornfield Just east of my childhood. Share this:TwitterEmailFacebookTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by 67steffen My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close. View more posts