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