RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 30,864 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Conversation With A Cab Driver - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding in a yellow cab on the way to an appointment,
the driver talked knowledgeably about Italy being
ruled by the Moors back when.
Thinking Shawiak was a German name when in fact it's
Polish-Ukranian.
Saying he thought it was German because of the w -
seeming like it was a double u instead.
A very nice gentleman from New York focused on
nationalities of all types to keep his mind moving and
informational.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Actually, I'm Sicilian.

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/24/2014 6:51:00 AM)

    Again this is a good write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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