|
Lorna |
|
Lorna lived atop a hill |
|
In a quaint little alpine lodge |
|
Winter snow was a thrill |
|
When driving her ’56 Dodge |
|
A winding road took her down |
|
To the village far below |
|
Everyone knew the Dodge’s sound |
|
It had no traction in the snow |
|
Lorna learned to drive reverse |
|
She backed down the winding road |
|
But going back up was a curse |
|
Even with a full car load |
|
Lorna learned on snowy days |
|
To leave the old Dodge in town |
|
Now in a town house she stays |
|
Until the snow melts off the ground |
| ©8/7/09Terry Sutherland |
Webmaster: Thurman P. Woodfork
