R. S. Morris : Writing

Solitude From The Garage

Solitude From The Garage

A Poem by R. S. Morris


I grew up with a garage in the back.Learning skills that I could pass on.I thought it was normal for every kid.Never thought one day it would be gone...
Racing TIme Has Forgot

Racing TIme Has Forgot

A Poem by R. S. Morris


Off to the junkyard we go. The racing season is over..
Me and The Ventures

Me and The Ventures

A Poem by R. S. Morris


Teaching myself guitar as a kid. Had old records to listen to. ..
Going Home To Home

Going Home To Home

A Poem by R. S. Morris


Twenty five years growing up in Georgia. Then moved on spreading my wings...
Hav-A-Tampa

Hav-A-Tampa

A Poem by R. S. Morris


Along the walls are shelves of boxes, ..
La Paloma Ciega (The Blind Dove)

La Paloma Ciega (The Blind Dove)

A Poem by R. S. Morris


Not much going on in my life. Chose to sit around a..
Kicking The Pan

Kicking The Pan

A Poem by R. S. Morris


I was walking to the chopper, It's been a faithful old Pan. ..
Checkered Flag Victory Lap

Checkered Flag Victory Lap

A Poem by R. S. Morris


Racing today has changed.Traditions have been givin' a slap.The most important missing of all,the Checkered Flag Victory Lap.Past racers were a specia..
Garage Picasso's

Garage Picasso's

A Poem by R. S. Morris


My new little garage in the back. I left..
The Dirt Race Track From My Youth

The Dirt Race Track From My Youth

A Poem by R. S. Morris


The anticipation mounts, M..