"Hot Rods" poetry by Lee My Sons Really Love their sporty new cars, Like the ones that I wished I had, But I was always, too busy working, To drive a sports car quite so bad. I remember my little Toyota, With the kids, I was riding fast, Poles were comming like a picket fence, As I was rushing down the narrow path. My boys would never forgot that day, As we whistled on through the wind, Rushing down that two lane road, Like the driver, who was raised to win. Now as I ask, when they take me places, Could you slow down a bit my son? Dad this aint nothing near as fast, As the day you drove this Run. I believe I raised the Dukes of Hazard, As they drive so awfully bold, It’s still just a little too fast for me, Now that I am getting old. I have learned, the awsome value of life, And so many of the things, that I need to do. God won’t mind, if we take just a Minute, Before we meet Him in the Sky of Blue. INDEX Click for TagsBySherrie = * Index & Resources Page * = "Gout" Home: Lee's Story Time Lee's Story Time 2 Lee's Story Time 3 Lee's Story Time 4 Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Teddy Bear by Rdmnx Audio Bible For Reading & Listening Pleasure Web Search.com 25 Search engines to find anything Web building help Web Search Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Email: weaser205@cs.com
