BOTH WINDOWS DOWN
If we have both windows down in the fast moving car,
Not only is my hair a mess but my brains are blown afar,
I sat and tried to write a few poems on our little road trip,
With both windows open my thoughts I could get no grip.
It was hot outside and of this I would never ever complain,
With the gas getting low using air conditioning we did refrain,
So I wound up my side window and then many words did flow
While travelling along the bumpy highway we did speedily go.
Now I have four poems written all the words deposited out
Of my storage departments cleared, my mind does not shout,
No more ideas come today, just a few ideas glimmering show
So I’ll wind down my window and let the sweet wind blow.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 May 2006