Grandpa’s Junk Pile

We went to my grandpa's farm for many years
the best part of the visit was running
out to the desolate part of the field
to play in the graveyard of discarded junk

There were tossed out refrigerators sitting
with the doors torn off
pots and pans and cooking utensils,
an ancient tractor with a metal seat
and a large steering wheel rusted and cold.

My favorite item was the old Model T
with rusty springs in the front seat
that squeaked and squeaked

Orange crates arranged in the back
for passengers who climbed through the windows
like a family of garden snakes we slipped in and out

playing with the forgotten treasures
pretending we were grown-ups
for hours and hours.