Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,667 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Gto - Poem by Juan Olivarez

It was long and gold with a honeycomb grill,
And something inside it, wouldn't let it stand still.
It had white leather buckets, and a four on the floor,
When I stepped on the gas, it would start to roar.

The gauge said 160, man could it go,
There was nothing faster than my GTO.
I would cruise down the streets, with the ragtop down,
Turning every head in our quiet little town.

I know I'll never see it's like again,
But wonderful memories filter through my brain.
The luckiest men that you'll ever know,
Are the ones that have owned, a GTO.

5/17/12 Alton Texas


Comments about Gto by Juan Olivarez

  • (5/28/2012 3:29:00 PM)


    Oh my gosh! ! ! Yes, indeed, awesome! ! ! I love tose old Goats! The old Pontiacs are the best! Great One Juan. Love it. (Report) Reply

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  • Captain Cur (5/19/2012 2:18:00 PM)


    I could use that GTO motor on my skiff. Way to go loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilson (5/19/2012 5:38:00 AM)


    A great poem, that G T O sounds the business. well written. (Report) Reply

  • (5/17/2012 2:48:00 PM)


    What a car! .I used my son's while he was away in the army.Wow! Thanks for the memory. I truly
    enjoyed this flashback
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  • Valerie Dohren (5/17/2012 1:18:00 PM)


    Your GTO sounds wonderful, though I'm afraid I don't know what one is! ! A motorbike perhaps? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, May 28, 2012


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