A poem of reflection on great times in an old convertible.
A DAY IN THE SUN
Dr. James E. Martin
©February, 2011
The wind blew wildly through my hair
As I sped away to who knows where.
I listened to the engine and its’ subtle roar
It sounded sweeter than ever before.
A sunny day and a gentle breeze
Provided all that aweary soul could please.
An old convertible completely restored
Removes all fear of being totally bored.
Hours were spent in the sun’s warm rays,
Remembering earlier frigid days.
Reliving memories from an earlier time
Sure made a senior feel might fine.
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