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For my birthday (today) one of my daughters wrote this poem about me and Ol' Henry. I thought it was cool enough to share. Maybe someone else has some clever Ford poetry to share. In the Seat of Ol’ Henry Comes time for a journey My wife and dog join me Snuggled close nice and cozy In the seat of Ol’ Henry No matter the distance Or where the road takes me Adventure awaits In the seat of Ol’ Henry We go high, we go low Enjoying views as we go With my dog perched before me In the seat of Ol’ Henry Sometimes we must stop With a crack, sizzle, and pop My wife waits very patiently In the seat of Ol’ Henry Something’s brewing, steam’s spewing Wires breaking, tires popping But soon I will be In the seat of Ol’ Henry People honk and admire Eyeing classy whitewall tires A time machine reverie In the seat of Ol’ Henry Some men stop and gawk And then begin to talk They tell me a memory In the seat of Ol’ Henry Through the years, memories hide In deep dark corners they reside But mine come forward quickly In the seat of Ol’ Henry. . . Riding on the fender, Through rocky, mountain roads Chopping down the lumber Then hauling out the loads Going to the drive-in As a youngster then a man. Popcorn, candy, Sweetheart Sipping soda from a can. Seven friends with skis in tow Squeeze in tightly and away we go. Moving windshield wipers manually So we can climb the mountain safely. . . Back to my travels around the country Some stretches could seem long and lonely But my memories keep me company In the seat of my Ol’ Henry.
Old Henry (The older I get, the better old looks.)
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