Small Stone #28
Farewell to our old Galaxy,
People carrier, War Horse,
Off to the knacker’s yard,
Sold up, stripped down,
pillaged, crushed.
Our family Magic Chariot in your youth
Through the mists of Glencoe To the Highlands,
Skirting sheer mountain paths of the Islands,
South to skim the sunbaked roads of France
There, in your worn-out old age,
you sickened and failed,
Towed home in indignity
Languished, rusted,
Jump-lead sputtered your last few gasps today,
Left our gates for the last time, forever.
Enjoyed this one Roz - I can feel the love for your Magic Chariot :)
Posted by: Kylie | Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 11:56
This is absolutely brilliant. It brings back many happy memories. We had to buy big vehicles years ago (always fancied a Galaxy) as we had 6 children living at home at once. Once we bought a 9 seat adapted Bedford then had a bit of a problem insuring it. One company accused us of running a taxi service.
Posted by: Karen Harvey | Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 19:44
The Galaxy must have been a faithful ride for many years. I hope that its' replacement will serve you as well.
Some cars become a real part of the family, while others are a relief to part with. I've driven both.
Posted by: Margaret Lambert | Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 23:23