Steel Dreams
Like many before me, my Empire began
As but a passionate boy’s dream
They said risks outweigh the reward
Or, at least, so it would seem
I immersed myself in knowledge
Every action and reaction honed
From the classrooms to the boulevards
Each day fitting the next stone
Then the day finally came
To step up and take that great leap
And begin an incredible journey
Knowing well it would be no easy feat
But word of my endeavor traveled
And men came from near and across the sea
I opened the doors to my Cathedral
And invited them all in to see
Many came to worship
Brethren together the only rule
At an altar born from steel and chrome
Incense the aroma of rubber and raw fuel
We gorged our mechanical desires
Repeated stories of guts and grit
Carrying the torch of automotive redemption
Assuring every candle remained lit
Some donated their internals
So that others could live on
Some found a new lease on life
And sadly, some were too far gone
Dreams of vehicular expression
Were baptized with blood and sweat
Blessings obtained by nods of approval
And jealous whispers under their gasping breathe
The sands of time have now swept away
Most all remnants of that mythical place
But relics take form in our memories and tall tales
And in Hot Rod History is The Junkman encased
Copyright © Gregg Marcucci | Year Posted 2021
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