Ode To My Jeep; Before I Trade You In

Riding with your top off,

Climbing Colorado’s mountains;

We even drove through

That windy Wyoming.

You were bruised

Leaving Montana,

But were repaired

All the same.

Winter,

You must have favored.

When else

Had we spent such time together?

You powered all four wheels

With muscle to spare.

Up the trail, over the boulders,

Angles could not make you sway

Proved master of the curb;

No median forced our way.

 

 

Perhaps we’ll pass

On the road somewhere.

Maybe at first

It won’t seem fair,

But look in the backseat;

Meet him

And you’ll see

That there’s more to this

Than just you and me.

 

 

When he’s fifteen,

You two would make the pair,

But he’s a little guy

Growing inside.

Soon to burst forth,

An infant no less,

Who needs gentle warmth

Protection’s caress.

 

It’s not only to you

We say, “Good-Bye,”

But, through him,

It’s an exchange of Life.

‘Tis a new treasure;

A fresh climb that awaits

Taking patience

And a soft grace.

 

We will trade you,

Rock-Crawler,

To prepare for

A floor-crawler.

After he walks,

After he hikes,

Maybe we can meet again

To take on new heights.

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