The windshield wiper poem
The windshield wiper poem
(Photo by Mike Hall)
This poem was composed one afternoon by Patty Hall as she was driving back from Richmond, IN to Indianapolis in the rain. We had attended a family funeral service, and dropped by a local candle-making store afterwards. The store had a cafe business inside the store which had advertised their barbeque food on a billboard on the way to Richmond.
The food was good and we were in the store about 20 minutes before we looked for unscented candles since scented candles mess with Patty’s sense of smell, among other things. We found some in the “seconds” barrel, got four more plate holders and left in the rain. In the car, we took the long way home on US 40 since 70 was busy. After a while, she began talking in an English accent, and took after a trait inherited from her father. He would compose poems of things on his mind quickly and just as quickly forget them. Patty had three poems, and they rhymed. Some really shouldn’t be remembered due to their content, I think.
I jotted down this one, because it was funny. Then her arthritis in her leg started hurting to the point when I got her a pill she takes for such things. The weather was changing back to snow elsewhere beyond Indianapolis. The mix of candle scents was gone by then and so were her poems.
The windshield wiper poem
Windshield wipers, windshield wipers,
Keep my windshield clean.
Windshield wipers, windshield wipers,
I see things I’ve never seen.
Windshield wipers, windshield wipers,
You’ve changed my point of view,
Windshield wipers, windshield wipers,
Now the world looks brand new.
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