You came from that Nether-world of amber light that place where clowns and cuckoo’s rest half asleep waiting for the lovers that only you could carry. You were ‘Country Rose’ full of slum street blossom and Sun Street enigmas That wasted road that seemed to have no end, the summer heat of India rubber smells. Country Rose you live in our heart’s engine purring……. Why couldn’t we see the danger coming? The day you broke, the evil hand that took you to the rusted graveyard? We saw you there squashed by the dying weight of used cars, Country Rose faithful in death. Country rose was our maroon and white Triumph Herald car, sadly, taken from us. Rest in Peace Rose, Love, Chris and Mary
