March 2011
My first car was ruby red and ever-ready,
Razor sharp and smart and sleek.
Wind, wild and whistling when I took her
Out about the silent, snakey lanes.
Tearing toad-like through the towns,
Blaring music, blurring faces.
Slower, sneaky, snail-pace, home.
Resting, rosy, glowing . . . MINE!