By Renee Bruins
The old gas station
Walls stocked to the brim,
With glass pop bottles.
Shining in all the
Colors of the rainbow
Drinking, tasting sweetness.
Sitting in the summer heat
Watching the cars stop and go,
And go and stop by.
Oh, the miles
The route has felt,
The adventures.
Taking pictures
In front of the
Big pop bottle.
Memories to show
Future generations,
That glass pop bottles were a thing?
