The Old Fj
Standing up in the back seat
Out with my family complete
Just seeing over my father’s shoulder
Being 8 or 9 years no older
Seeing Dad use the hand signalled turns
And changing gears on the tree without concern
That FJ was there during my childhood
Family trips in the country being as fun as it should
Those days I remember in sunshine
No need for gadgets just the world outside in sunshine
It may not have been the latest car model
But it got us to where we wanted to go so well.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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