Classic Cars
A Classic Pair
A Classic Pair
Shiny Model A preserved for the future
Spoke wheels and wide whitewalls
Green the color of money
Costing more to restore
Than the eight hundred dollars
It cost when new many years ago
I’ve heard we are only as old as we think
Well preserved just like his car he smiles
With a beauty like that he must be quite young
Remembering days gone by
With a sweet lady riding beside him
Motor purring just like his
Days at auto shows nights of cruising
Proud to show off both the lady and the car
Riding together behind the marching bands
Christmas Thanksgiving and Fourth of July
What stories they both could tell
But then again some are better left unsaid
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Classic Pair Photos: Stacey Strawn
*This poem is totally fiction and not intended to depict anyone in particular
Thunderbird
Some of you are old enough to remember when Ford Thunderbirds were full size cars. This 58 Thunderbird sitting in the yard rusting away is a reminder that we all will outlive our usefulness. Glory does not last forever. People get old and cars rust away, neglected in the yard. I saw this beautiful old car sitting in the grass as I passed by and wondered what kind of stories it could tell. The same is true of old folks sitting in their chair or living in the rest home. Oh, the stories they could tell, if only someone would ask and take time to listen to their tales. What car did you drive in 1958?
58 Thunderbird rusting in the yard
Grass tall around wide white wall wheels
Front dentures missing
Blind in both dark sunken eyes
Skin fading in the scorching sunlight
One time a masterpiece of its creator
Now wasting away neglected and still
Oh the stories it could tell
300 hp 352 cc engine glasspack mufflers
Four barrel carburetor drinking gas like a fish
Lovers in bucket seats riding into the sunset
Duel exhausts Chrome Grille Duel headlights
Pulling up to the light looking next door
Challenging them with engine roar and squealing tires
Black marks on pavement ten feet long
Leaving challengers in the dust
This phoenix could rise from the rust
A master’s hands could bring it back
But for now it sits alone and neglected
Destiny yet undetermined
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Reposted from last year for those who have not read this post.