The sounds we made were loud and happy

jokes inside and out, teasing and provoking

sometimes fighting, while the room fidgeted

we loved muscle cars and smooth pavement

motorcycles, boats and camping

bonfires and cookouts and movies

we were a unit, a platoon

of our various ages and natures

going to war with life together

we had each other’s backs

us together forever

and sometimes at night we would say

good-night, John Boy

FOWC With Fandango — Pavement