He grasps the wheel with bony claw,

Stares straight ahead with tightened jaw;

Wrinkled skin wraps frail bones, my paw.

The ponies’ power to him yield,

Whirling wheel as saber wield,

Sitting still, I admire my shield.

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Author Notes

While driving with a friend I thought of how dad used to look to my small eyes.

I remembered how safe I felt with him behind the wheel.

Countless hours have been spent in carefree fun while Dad drove hundreds of miles in all types of traffic.

This is just a little thing I almost took for granted.

I hope you enjoy, Loyd

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