Willys Jeep

My father bought a Willys Jeep When I was just a kid. My mother took one look at it And man, she flipped her lid. A station wagon was the car He’d told her he would buy. To him, they were equivalent; He hadn’t tried to lie. We didn’t have it very long But oh, I loved it so! Its rattan seats could fold if you Had lots of things to stow. In emerald green, it didn’t look Like any other car. In terms of being cool, That Willys Jeep sure set the bar. Today I saw a Willys Jeep, Bright orange, on the street And memories came flooding back, An unexpected treat. My father’s long-ago mistake (Or so I had been told) Evokes a snippet of the past I’m happy to behold.