Vintage Winter

Cold damp weather is no bar
To venturing forth in a vintage car
Fun is there for all to see
A quick ten miles then home to tea

Fear not the cold or chattering teeth
We almost touched fifty on the heath
Forget the fire on bleak cold days
Fill country lanes with an azure haze

Wiper working well until
The vacuum stalls on every hill
Smiles from drivers, hooters sound
At the sight of my old faithful hound

A poem by John Barringer

(the picture shows Simon Barringer and Dora in his 1931 BSA Sport Trike)

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