I Have A DreemA Poem by R. S. MorrisIt started out an idea. I was about eight or nine. Growing up in a racing family. My own idea, my own design. Would be different for sure. Hadn't seen many around. I was swimming in ideas. Thought I was going to drown. Has only taken fifty years. I finally have my own space. Now this is the time And this here is the place. It's all coming together. The hot rod I always dreamed of. It's now rolling on four wheels. It's been a labor of love. Had part of a small shop. Working in very tiny places. Spent more time and energy. Wasting time creating spaces. Found some of my old drawings. Would never happen I feared. Drawn from a time of innocence. An end of a dream is finally near. My own hot rod. Built by my own two hands. Every piece, every part. Homebuilt, not by any plans. A 1923 Model T Roadster. A top loader manual three speed. Working and cutting metal. Hands sore, sometimes they bleed. A big block Ford six cylinder. Came out of a UPS truck. Will have it running soon, with some skill and lots of luck, Made to come from the fifties. A racing veteran roadster. Combining hot rod and race car. two birds one stone, for this aging oldster. Will soon be on the street. Maybe a few laps at the track. Some might snicker and laugh. Might get a few pats on the back. To quote a famous figure. While doing what I want to do. I HAVE A DREEM. It's about to finally come true. R. S. Morris
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