- The Model T- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- THE MODEL T-

My Daddy drove a Model T
With paint of shiney black,
On narrow wheels with spokes of wood
A spare tire on the back.

He thought he'd teach my Mama
To drive this Fine machine
So he put her into the drivers seat
Down back streets, to careen.

She popped the clutch so many times
Before the car would go
And then forgot a simple word....
That simple word was 'Slow'.

They were coming to a corner....
That word, She didn't hear.
She pushed the gas..missed the brake.
Into His heart...Went fear!

He grabbed the wheel with hands so strong
And pulled with all his might
As the Model T cornered on two wheels,
His discription, 'What a sight'.

We laughed while he was teaching Me.
Thank God for cars so new
But everyone can make mistakes
And I'm sure I made a few.

So funny as I remember
These tales he told to me,
I hope these memories help you
And their laughter, you might see.

So if you have any memories
That you would like to share
Just write them down for posterity
So your family, some day, can be there.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 7-21-06