Twenty years ago I watched in awe
as my dad drove up the driveway.
More than proud to have a brand
new family car.
Thirty miles to the gallon, 0 to 60,
I remember putting down the back
seat and lying in the hatchback.
Looking at the sky watching
trees go by.
I was the son of a preacher, and
he was a rich poor man.
And no regrets,
in my Chevette.
The winter cracked the highway and
we tried to dodge the potholes.
He never promised us it would be a
He never had a problem though,
keeping it on the narrow road.
© 1997 Forefront
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