Tulsa Week by
John Bartell
So off they went to Tulsa land
Clinging to hopes she would look so
grand.
They gathered in groups from the East and the
West,
From the North and the South all there for a
fest.
All coming to see an icon from America?s
past
Telling tales and stories and having a
blast.
Finned cars from the past drew attention from
all
Owners driving them with pride, all having a
ball.
One painted red and another one
white
Shined up paint and chrome polished
bright.
Some were like new and some showed their
age
But only one from Tulsa was to take center
stage.
Stories and rumors flashed across all of the
press
How would she look and how would she
dress.
Would she rise from the earth with a gleam in her
eye
While sleeping 50 years, did she stay high and
dry.
Did she have a peaceful sleep, free from
distress
Or had she been disturbed by water and
stress.
The time had come and off came the
lid
A frightful sight, into the vault, water and mud had
slid.
Some people gasped and some may have
cried
Technology from the past had truly been
tried.
She was put to bed all covered and
sealed
But it is now 50 years later, the plastic to be
peeled.
The crane was on sight, a big job was at
hand
Lifting her out, how much could she
stand.
With pomp and politicians and music and
folk
Will she come out in one piece or will she be
broke.
They started the crane and up in the
air
A worldwide audience applauded and
stared.
With an idea of her condition and what had
transpired
Photos were flashed and video
wired.
On to a trailer and off to the
hall
An unveiling of this queen long awaited by
all.
So all gathered here in American
tradition
Watching and waiting for Tulsa?s
rendition.
So with some pomp, music and a few
miscues
Off came Miss Belvedere?s cover without further a
due.
A sight was unfolded for all to
behold
Some rusted steel, flat tires that all looked like
gold.
Water still dripping from inside her
belly
Images were captured on camera and
telly.
Not the vision of grandeur that we had all
wished
TO this icon from the past , a dose of reality had
been dished.
Mother nature and time had taken their toll and oh so
mean
But beneath all of her rust, her beauty was
seen.
One of a kind, not another on
earth
Still holding her head high since the moment of
birth.
Put her up on display in a place of
respect
Do not change a thing and do this
direct.
Why try to make her look like something she?s
not
When no other car on this planets has what she?s
got.
A true one of kind, she cannot be
cloned
Hopefully treated with dignity, by whomever she is
owned.
