A Hot Rod in The Garage

A Hot Rod in The Garage

A Poem by R. S. Morris




As a kid I always wanted,
a hot rod to build on my own.
Spent all my time in school drawing.
I knew the right car club to belong.

In my mind, I had it all figured out.
The drawing and planning was a blast.
But I had no idea how to pay for it.
Back then, I collected bottles and cut grass.

As a young'un, I studied and learned.
Read manuals and the car magazines.
My favorite was Street Rod Quarterly.
I would read it all in and daydream.

There were no parts from Speedway.
Made trips to the junkyard for needs.
A hot rod built from the ground up,
like a plant growing up from a seed.

It makes no difference what type of car.
The year and style doesn't matter.
Learning how to make it work,
from the parts and pieces you've gathered.

Why build something like this,
some will ask off hand.
If it has to be explained,
you will never understand.

R. S. Morris

© 2019 R. S. Morris


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Added on February 11, 2019
Last Updated on February 23, 2019