Our Little Garage In the Back

A two car garage of cement blocks.
The tools we needed on the rack.
Winter was cold, summer was hot.
In our little garage in the back.

Many race cars built.
Everyone winners at the track.
All designed, built and fixed.
In our little garage in the back.

Go-karts, minibikes, and coasters.
Music supplied by an 8-track.
A replica of Coweta Raceway.
Next to our little garage in the back.

Learned to build what we wanted.
Must be done right, cut no slack.
Fast but safe, before it could leave,
our little garage in the back.

Lives shaped in the home they say.
But I believe it to be fact.
Boys become men while building,
in a little garage in the back.

The workers just doing their job.
Came down with a sudden loud crack.
They tore it down and hauled away,
our little garage in the back.

An older man now, thinking of my past.
All the cars built and painted black.
I finally have to call my very own.
A little garage in the back.


R. S. Morris
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kucharek Avatar
February 21, 2019 at 2:57 PM
Yeah! This is a thinker! I thought your list was very practical! Well done!
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February 21, 2019 at 2:44 PM
What a thought provoking way to describe the inner workings of the brain! I almost felt like I was on a scavenger hunt, searching, but, probably male,lol! wouldn't ask for directions. I found it delightful and intriguing!
Kucharek Avatar
February 21, 2019 at 2:19 PM
I loved everything about this. I immediately felt homesick, for my little garage outback. I loved how each stanza had it's own short story! It was a real feel good piece, and then sadness when it was torn down. Happy again, a new little garage in the back! And so it goes! Very touching and tugged at my heart strings!
Morris Avatar
February 21, 2019 at 4:43 PM
Thank you very much..... was a sad day when the airport took over all the properties. But 50 years later I now have my own........
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