A Passion for Rust

I have a passion for RUST.

Yes, rust, the crusty, flakes

 of reddish brown erosion.

You can find it anywhere. 

It only takes water and air

and time to produce rust naturally.

I like rust on metal furniture, 

galvanized buckets and metal watering cans-

pieces that remind me of playtime in 

my granny's yard and on her front porch.

We may find rust on household items, 

like this metal oil lamp. 

I always wonder about the history of such an item.

Did it live in an old house

with a leaky roof?

I like to imagine 

a girl writing the last 

few lines in her diary 

by the light of a lamp,

before turning in for the night.

I like rusty old toys.

I like to imagine little boys playing 

in the sand with their Tonka trucks

and bulldozers--

and little feet running in from the rain

leaving behind remnants of a childhood

gone too swiftly--

the remains of a tiny metal car 

found in a playground or under a sand pile,

with blades of grass grown up all around--

rusty farm equipment

beside a cotton field 

or behind a barn

and memories of a hardworking 

man who provided for his family.

Today, the rusty and crusty 

when paired with 

other objects of years gone by, 

adorn my faux mantle.

Does anyone else share my love 

for the rusty and crusty

and the memories that abide with each?

Happy Friday!

Anyone up for a good find?

Tomorrow is yard sale day!

Bonnie:)