Aug 2014
I sit besides Aunt Edna and being 10,
fingers gently
scratch my back.
A steady hum of engine,
reflecting horses under hood.
Swishing trees and poles fly by.
An added whistling auto breeze
wrapped in summer
warmth,
symphony on the run.
Olfactory treat of country
lilac cradled in country air.
Days surrender to simpler times.
Away we roll-somewhat inclined- into a vesper-fiery
sunset and ice cream
at KOCHES
fingers gently
scratch my back.
A steady hum of engine,
reflecting horses under hood.
Swishing trees and poles fly by.
An added whistling auto breeze
wrapped in summer
warmth,
symphony on the run.
Olfactory treat of country
lilac cradled in country air.
Days surrender to simpler times.
Away we roll-somewhat inclined- into a vesper-fiery
sunset and ice cream
at KOCHES
My aunt Edna was a great and gentle lady.
But she would scratch my back while driving.
I didn't know whether to poo my pants or purr
But she would scratch my back while driving.
I didn't know whether to poo my pants or purr
