RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 54,682 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

'63 Chevy Impala - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing down the freeway in a classic Chevy Impala, proud to be the owner at the wheel.
Girls looking sideways at the beauty of the car, all wanting to get a ride, none daring to ask.
Wanting to be asked by the gentle owner sitting there, cruising down Central with pride seated next to him, waiting to be expressed in verbal praise.
Showing off a little more, getting pulled over by a cop.

Topic(s) of this poem: memory

Comments about '63 Chevy Impala by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Gold Star - 18,756 Points Amitava Sur (7/19/2014 10:48:00 PM)

    What a pleasure drive with pride and comfort and with a feeling to be on the top of earth! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 943 Points Stephen W (4/22/2014 4:55:00 PM)

    I'd like to know more about the story behind this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 17,036 Points Bri Edwards (3/25/2014 4:15:00 PM)

    i guess the gentile owner must have taken his eyes off the road too long; too much girl-watching. i like the last line especially. thanks for sharing. :) bri (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 421 Points Shania K. Younce (12/26/2013 2:33:00 AM)

    I like this poem. It is interesting. Bien. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 159 Points Laurie X3 (10/12/2013 8:32:00 PM)

    They don't make them like that anymore! Five or six people could fit in the backseat alone, not to mention the trunk! I miss the days when you could sit on a car without denting it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 21, 2014

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