From my bedroom window
it was just an old, crooked oak
and a worn, treadless Firestone.
A frayed and weathered rope
connected the two like the strand
that keeps the universe together

and it did.

From my bedroom window,
with nose pressed into the glass-
past the swirls of fog
where my breath painted the air-
there was an old friend waiting for me.

Sliding into that tire
transported me into space-
past stars and moons
beyond planets and galaxies-

It was my rocketship
my '57 Chevy
my bright red fire engine.

That white-walled beast,
when the wind was high
let me set sail on ocean's wide.
I invaded nations - and explored jungles;
I rescued my princess from an enemy's castle;
all from the center of a junkman's tire.

And when the sun dipped low
and the dinner bell rang
I chimed, "so long"
to my dear, old friend.
I knew soon
we would see each other again
and when we did,
I could go wherever I pleased.

07/22/2011

Posted on 07/22/2011
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