Wheels of Flight...An Ode to a 1985 VW convertible car: Wind whips my hair about my face But just for now I do not care I have escaped to my own place And freedom, in the open air The top is down, my spirits soar As I fly low upon the ground The sky a brilliant blue encore The clouds above emit no sound The rush of air, the sun or moon To light the path where I will go It does not matter late or soon To travel now is all I know I watch the scenery flying past The trees ablur as I go by Then I must slow and stop at last To say hello, and then goodbye As off I speed in merry flight And hasten to some unknown need This is the car for me, just right For it has "elegance" and speed Poetry