FREEDOM OF THOUGHT - a poem by D. Glorso

FREEDOM OF THOUGHT

Reflections of chrome I paint for the joy
Automobiles of my youth on a highway called Lake
With my brother we sang a game
As the prides of our age floated by

The smell of exhaust filled our nostrils with life
From a tiny house we named each model and year
Hold on to the joys we experienced those days
A gray Cadillac lived on both sides

In the garages of people of age
They toiled hard for the privilege to possess
A new sculpture of the 1950's machine
The boats of land lumbered on pavements

With suspensions generous in glide
As they sailed along the highways of progress
Past farm fields of beauty and care
Sing with me now the song of the steel

And glass so shiny and new
A song of a dream
A people believed
In the recoveries of two World Wars

Sleep with me now
And let us still dream
In a land where people work for a cause
Our children might grow with trust

As we were shown in our youth
Freedom of thought
Would always surpass
All envy and greed

D. Glorso