Wednesday, 1 January 2020

1. Old Red Volvo

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.