The Pre-War Rolls-Royce – A Timeless Ode

In the quiet grace of yesteryear,
A marvel stands,
both bold and clear,
Crafted with hands that knew no haste,
A symbol of luxury,
style,
and taste.

Polished wood and metal gleam,
A relic of an era’s dream,
Where every line,
each curve,
each part,
Bore the mark of a craftsman’s heart.

Not built for speed,
nor hurried race,
But to glide with ease and timeless grace,
Through cobbled streets or country lanes,
A silent king,
devoid of chains.

Its engine hums a stately tune,
A song of ages,
proud and true,
With headlights bright and Spirit bold,
Stories of history quietly told.

A Woody carriage,
rare and fine,
A piece of art,
a moment’s sign,
Preserved with care,
each bolt,
each seam,
A lasting echo of a dream.

Oh,
pre-war Rolls,
forever free,
You carry time and legacy,
A masterpiece from days of lore,
Alive in memory,
evermore.

© SAMANTHA SYRNICH ‘TLC’ 3, November 2024

ART: ‘Celestial Companions: Elegance in Motion”

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Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC

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