MY JEEP

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In order to be filled

with happiness

a Jeep was all I asked.

Eternal gratitude for this gift

I promised.

Age 16, armed with

license to drive

and reasons galore

asking my father

I did over and o'er

implore

and more,

and begged until finally

assured, I knew a Jeep

was in my future.

The date of my birthday

arrived, all hired hands

and brethren inside for

farm breakfast. So I,

bounding into the room

Smiling, happy, sitting

at my place, I spotted a

1946 Willys Jeep CJ2A

under my cereal bowl

all of 1.5 inches in length.

Both tearing eyes and I

gathered remaining strength,

ran back through corn field,

asparagus patch, over fencing,

to apple orchard and beyond

into the woods, to favorite spot.

Rather die than not, I lay and wept.

Far below Ohio River rolling,

sent me peace,

kept me alive.

How wrong could I be

thinking I'd grown that day...

knowing a heart full of hatred

could not readily say

"Peace to all you Peeps"

Nope.

But since long ago

time faded memory of

that teen-life-horror.

Came over time

power to melt

this hardened heart.

God's Gift, a saving grace,

that I might live to steal

another sweetest day,

when I can now readily say,

with love so real...

"PEACE to all my Peeps!"

--steveroni