Date:         Tue, 31 Dec 2024 10:26:23 -0500
Reply-To:     Eric Caron <ericcaron96@COMCAST.NET>
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From:         Eric Caron <ericcaron96@COMCAST.NET>
Subject:      Re: VW bus winter poem
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Hey folks,

Happy New Year. 

Here is a Real poem by a real person.  Inspired by the task of restoring a Westfalia.  This is from one of our West River Westies participants.

The Resurrection of Alf the Westy

A garage in Dublin 
this might just be heaven
After being in the dark
Since 2007

There’s heat here and light
And constant attention
New parts on the way
Too many to mention

Up on a lift
Inspected, assessed
A new lease on life
Too long at rest

The task list keeps growing
Cooling, brakes, steering
Engine and tranny
Gaskets, seals, bearings

Knowledge from samba 
And local Vanagon gurus
The village it takes
The vintage van blues

Three days in July
Bookmarked in red
A return to camping
Brought back from near dead

Al Carey
Dublin, NH

Again, Happy New Year and I wish you many successful projects, and fun journeys ahead.

Eric Caron 



> On Dec 27, 2024, at 1:23 AM, OlRivrRat <OlRivrRat@COMCAST.NET> wrote:
> 
>       Well said AI,,, Thanks EC ~
> 
>> On 25 Dec , 2024, at 8:54 PM, Eric Caron <ericcaron96@COMCAST.NET> wrote:
>> 
>> What happens when you ask your AI to write a VW bus Poem about being parked for winter?
>> 
>> 
>> Nestled in the garage, the VW sleeps,
>> Dreams of summer roads, where the asphalt weeps.
>> Blanketed in quiet, through winter’s chill,
>> Waiting for the spring, to crest the hill.
>> 
>> In the stillness of frost, memories are kept,
>> Of journeys and laughter, and promises met.
>> So rest now, old friend, in your cozy den,
>> Until we roam together, on the road again.
>> 
>> What happens when you ask it to rewrite the poem from the perspective of a English Gentlemen?
>> 
>> In the garage, the VW doth repose,
>> Recollecting sunny journeys and tranquil doze.
>> Enshrouded in stillness, winter’s embrace,
>> Awaiting spring’s warmth, to resume the chase.
>> 
>> In quietude, it dreams of past delight,
>> Adventures shared beneath the sun’s bright light.
>> Rest well, dear bus, in your noble berth,
>> Until we traverse again, o’er this splendid earth.
>> 
>> 
>> Eric Caron
>