There she set in the car port,
rusted and faded with time.
Her tires bald and flat,
her engine well past its prime.
But still there is an inner beauty,
that most fail to see;
You must look past the dents and rust,
to get to her true beauty.
A classic built when cars were more,
then just a way to get around;
In a time when cars were family,
built tough and truely sound.
Yes it may take awhile,
before she's on the road again;
But with a few bucks and alittle hard work,
this falcon will be my friend.
Dwayne Bailey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/64-ford-falcon/
