67 Camaro Small Block
I had a Camaro,
my pride and joy.
She was fast as the wind.
My " big girl's " toy.
A three fifty small block
engine that purred.
When I revved that motor
it was all that you heard.
Zero to sixty
on a dime.
I had a lead foot then,
most of the time.
I've settled down some
now that I'm old.
My current car is slow,
like me, I am told.
But when I hear a motor
that roars in my ears,
it brings back memories
that can bring me to tears,
of a lead footed girl
and her car that could race.
Remembering them both
brings a smile to my face.
04/12/2015
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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