old red Volvo
living someone’s dream
a hundred thousand miles
breaking trails
with a friend
sharing sunsets
through the hills
old red Volvo
seeking philosophies
travelling the backroads
quest of truth
with a friend
stranger of life
telling tales
old humpback Volvo
haggard and weary
vagabond days eternal
aimless machine
faded friend
sharing trips
sharing dreams
This was the first poem I ever wrote. I wrote it to my Dad when I was thirteen or so, and gave it to him for Christmas. This was over fifty years ago. My Mom found it a few years back and gave it to me. My Dad had quite a special bond with this old car, and I tried to capture that bond in this very, old poem.
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