My father bought a 1954 FJ Holden sedan
It was light green and had leather seats in its plan
I suppose to us it didn't matter and our family was made
As we went everywhere in that car and in the back seat we played
It was in the sixties when the times they were a changin'
Everything around us that was except my father's FJ Holden
We went on long drives and picnics in the summer time
And my father was there behind the wheel driving and so fine
So my childhood was happy and it seemed the car was always there
There was no need to worry or for my brothers and me to care
And it seemed that the day that my father sold that FJ Holden
It was the beginning of the end of my childhood as I now comprehend
So we started to grow up and go our own ways
But when I think of my childhood the FJ Holden stays
And I remember the laughter and how good it felt
To be part of my family long ago in my memory spent.
© Paul Warren Poetry
But when I think of my childhood the FJ Holden stays And I remember the laughter and how good it felt To be part of my family long ago in my memory spent. So loyal Mr. Paul. You have had a good time with your family. It so beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutley love this poem and I wish I could have been born around the 60s so I could have some of these awesome experiences