Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 4,279 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

1967 Mustang - Poem by Juan Olivarez

It had a 289 and four on the floor,
Mickey Thompsons all around.
At nineteen I couldn't ask for more,
It's wheels barely touched the ground.

It was maroon, with white racing stripes,
It was a dream come true.
It could really roll, and that's no hype,
My Mustang really flew.

Santana and The Eagles came from the deck,
And Jr. Walkers hot torrid sax.
All around, it commanded respect,
It was Ford engineering to the max.

I loved that car, I swear I did,
I'll never see its like again.
It was the one that fed my id,
It used to drive the girls insane.

10/8/11 Alton Texas

Topic(s) of this poem: autobiography

Comments about 1967 Mustang by Juan Olivarez

  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (5/6/2015 10:04:00 PM)

    Great poem, Juan.
    Just one small suggestion: change IT'S to ITS in line 14. Trust me. I used to be an English teacher.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  • Smoky HossSmoky Hoss (3/16/2012 7:56:00 PM)

    Amen pardner... I understand, every last word here! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 10, 2015

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