Ol' Junk-Yard Joe Comments

Not a scrapyard for words, more, a blanket of something beautiful found within the trash.Love Duncan

heartwarming and funny, Mary! I think we'll all see our own Junk Yard Joe a bit differently now. Regards, Lori

When I was a child, in our village was an old man called 'Hoppy'. he actually lived in a garage, and would mend peoples wireless's, vacuums, heaters, anything electrical. He was called Hoppy because he had one leg shorter than the other. He lived on his own, and the garage was divided inside by a blanket, his shop in the front bit. I never knew how he survived in winter, as there was no electricity installed. This poem reminded me of him so much, and it is a lovely write. Thanks. Love Ernestine.XXX

Oh Mary, that's so visual and just so sweet in the very best sense! Thanks for that.

Nice. Say Hello to him from me. I am a hoarder. H

Told from a heart of gold, Mary. Beautiful poem. Your words made ol Joe come to life. Hugs to you, CJ

Cool, Mary, it is hip to appreciate everything and everyone!