Memories of the good old days

      THE RUMBLE SEAT        

 

My friends and I thought it great,

When we were in our teens.

To drive around in an old Ford coupe

While viewing country scenes.

 

We all agreed it was such fun

To use the rumble seat.

In looking back, I can’t believe

We thought it such a treat!

 

To ride back there took fortitude,

With entry quite a knack.

And we had to share our foot space

With snow-chains, crank and jack.

 

The wind played havoc with our hair

And hats were blown away.

A fellow’s tie could smack your face,

And dust was there to stay.

 

We nearly froze in wintertime,

Though wrapped up really snug,

We didn’t mind, because it was

A great excuse to hug.                                                    

 

The other season’s were more fun,

In spite of dust and heat.

And summer evening moonlight rides

Were very hard to beat.

 

We never got a bit upset

When caught out in the rain,

We’d cuddle double in the front,

And no one would complain.

 

There’s many memories to recall

And most of them are sweet,

But none surpass the good old days,

Of that old rumble seat.

 

8/30/95      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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