Transcendental Sonnet #1122:
1950 Chevy

farewell to the America I loved

Big and round and extremely heavy
The creamy color of clam chowder
It was a 1950 Chevy

The paint of which had turned to powder
In the sun of Arizona where
My Grandpa drove it everyday there
To his office at the base and back

A dependable old workhorse which
While definitely no Cadillac
Could not have been bettered by the rich
And it even had a trailer hitch

Now in a new moon of a grim November
Grown dark and deep I surprise myself and weep
To dream of that old Chevy... and remember



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

In the 50's cars smelled nicer and felt cosier. Just like families used to.

Then I thought again.........

I was always cold as a child. We were poor(ish) and the upstairs was unheated and especially cold. We had no car. Neither did any of my relatives in the UK. One or two did in Germany. A day out in a family friend's car was heaven. Maybe that's why, as soon as I could afford one, I bought a Jaguar XJS V12! But things change (as they do - [Mike Harding]). I have a Nissan primera now. But it still has air con, electric pack and air con. I'm just kidding myself - it's crap. And worse still - it's green!

Funny the memories that poems can stimulate. Sign of a good poem.