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
