The World Rushed By

The world rushed by

House, tree, bird

From the open window

Classic rock stirred

Adventure

Into the warm summer air

The sweet scent of lilacs

Brushed their hair

At the bark of a dog

The engine roared

The tires spun faster

On the vintage Ford

The world rushed by

House, tree, bird

Their smiles said it all

Without saying a word

Freedom

The only voice they heard

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