Motoring Verse
Sir: The series of motoring reminiscences (“My First Car”, Spring 2015 to Winter 2016) reminded me of the 1937 Morris Eight (“Morrie”), which I purchased in 1955 for £185. There followed three years of fun and adventure, the like of which I have never repeated with any other car. Morrie prompted me to write this poem:
My Dear Old Friend
We all remember our first
car. For me it’s reaching very
far. To times when aspirations
grew Of one day owning one
that’s new. On looking back across the
years, I realise those hopes and
fears Don’t really matter any
more With roads so crowded it’s
a bore, A means to get from door
to door. At weekends I could hardly
wait Driving in the country in my
Morris Eight Nothing really worked too
well, I’d knock on wood and go
like hell! I really felt I was alive When the speedo hit the 55! And now my course is
nearly run But my Morrie and I sure
had some fun. — ARTHUR BENSLEY, GOLD COAST, QUEENSLAND, AUSTRALIA.