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Our Old Chevy Had No Radio
ОглавлениеOur old Chevy had no radio,
no conditioned air, no seatbelts
to tie you down; so I would spread my arms
to rise out over the treeless hills,
top the pungent sage and rippling wheat,
then swoop back over the rocketing hood,
glance back into the divided glass
to see my determined mother,
my father commanding the wheel,
hell-bent for Ritzville.
My music in those generous days
was the drone of the straight six below me
the flutter of hot wind in my boyish ears,
a clattering escort of grasshoppers,
a meadowlark singing out a claim
to a fencepost.