Cars Poem by Diane H

A fine story but error in that young men ultimately court old cars and while to attract a mate and mates tribally, adore them with gifts and adornments beyond the old vehicles nett worth with no chance of recouping an equitable return... except experience, like that of sexual and social maturity through a journey, a rites of passage with rusty worn out jalopies and their declining components until ultimately successive car plans and wreckers are exhausted of components, but forever romanced as symbols of freedom. Although often reviewed within the sage safety of advanced maturity and the experiences of better cars and fulfilling relationships with people after learning nurturing skills in youth of old devices, unreliable, but cherished to realise liberty and society. Yes Hal we will open the pod bay door (metaphoric garage) closing it ever after will be the problem. :)

Where would men be without their cars - they certainly seem to identify with them.

Boys have an irresistible fascination for cars and it develops at the very tender age! Your toddler grandson is no exception! ! His classification and naming of the cars is so natural and sound so very interesting! You are perfectly right.... All men can put on car skins and pretend to be cars themselves! Novelty of theme and novel approach! Enjoyed! !

You are such a story teller. Well done. funny idea about the car skins ` Lycra?

i laughed at rubber feet. good one! hmmm? the kid will grow up knowing what an axle is [IF you knew what you were talking about; unlikely, seeing as you are 'Woman']. BUT he will always be unsure of his real first name. growing up, as they say, i recall not wanting to do two things when old enough to do them. NO, not that! 1-become a soldier and 2- drive a car. i never did become a soldier (was conscientious objector and worked two years as civilian hospital employee instead) , BUT i did learn to drive a car and i owned a few in my lifetime, but not because i knew anything about cars, or particularly liked having one (except for the convenience/necessity) . i even drove a delivery truck as a job for two years. gave up car almost ten years ago and walk most places when i'm by myself. Once when i was depending on a bus to get me back home, i ended up walking the last 17 miles because the bus schedule sucked! oops! am i allowed to say 'sucked' on PH? the poem is 'great'. i assume it is (sort of) true. you DO have a grandson, don't you? do you remember his name? Toyota? bri :) some interesting comments. to MyPoemList.

It's not only his dad stopping him hunting. I'd go 'If only for civilization'. I picked up that '2001' ref. before reading your explanation and thought a version for the cognoscenti without those 4 lines would bring a snide to their mouths. Great thoughts and expression.

all boys and men like their cars. a good write

Pefect, congratulations..

This is an enticing account of an episode that seems to be personal but even more than that. This poem speaks about your wide range of perceptions, Daine Haine.