The Buggy

My dad used to straddle his saddle to Court my mom.

When high tech made its debut with a buggy for two,

Courting became a realm of cozy privacy away from

Rain and the strain of conversing with mom’s parents

About the weather. Finally on their own they roamed

Country roads paving the way to the charm and harm

Of the auto decades before their grandkids found the

same thrill. But dad was not through with privacy. When

I was eight and my brother ten he bought a neat little

Ford coupe with a rumble seat for two. This time it was

We hankering for privacy.