Whispers of the Road: The 1910 Franklin Model G

In days of dawn,
where engines sighed,
The Franklin roamed with spirit wide.
Air-cooled heart and sturdy frame,
A pioneer in freedom’s name.

Through dust and grit,
it held its course,
With lightened build and humble force.
On winding paths and roads unpaved,
It showed a strength,
both bold and brave.

No water’s touch to cool its core,
Yet every mile it’d ask for more.
A car for those who sought the few,
Where whispered roads and dreams came true.

A flexible frame,
a thoughtful guise,
For every bump,
a soft reprise.
Crafted not for show,
but grace,
A timeless ride,
a heartfelt pace.

So here’s to you,
dear Franklin G,
In shadows past,
you roam so free.
With every curve,
and mile you knew,
You paved a path for the brave and true.

© SAMANTHA SYRNICH ‘TLC 6th, November 2024

ART: ‘CELESTIAL JOURNEY: ECHOS OF THE 1910 FRANKLIN”

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Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC

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