To Mom


There’s a dip in the road

Up on Ravenstone Ridge

Where it crosses Wine Creek

On an old wooden bridge.

I remember my dad

With us kids in the Ford–

How we flew down that road!

How he had “The Bomb” floored!

When we got to the dip,

We were launched into space

With us kids and the dog

Flying all over the place,

And my dad laughed so hard

When we flew in The Bomb,

But he made us kids swear

We would never tell mom!


–Photo by me

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