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 © Robert Morris | Year Posted 2019
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