Confession…I’m taking classes at the local community college. It’s a very new experience. The first was a language class. The second is a writing class. I LOVE IT, so far.
It is an Intro to Poetry class and I’m learning tons about writing process. Here is my first assignment. I used an exercise to write a memory poem. This is a good memory for me. Please don’t over analyze the lack of seat belts or the irresponsibility of children running a muck in the back seat. Anyone who grew up before 1984 knows that the back seat was a fun place to be before seat belts. Just enjoy the poem for what it is…a poem.
The seats were leather
The car was big but I don’t remember the model or color
The smell of dust is the only one I can remember
The windows were always rolled down
I’m sure it was hot but what did I care at five years old
My Gramma was driving and that was an adventure to be had
Sliding to the left, sliding to the right
Gramma where are we going
Tejano music blaring as Gramma sings along
What are they singing about anyway?
Girlish giggles escape as we realize we don’t really care
Seatbelt are not a law yet so we bounce and run wild in the backseat
Squealing as we tumble over each other at each turn.
Sit down before you get hurt!
Be careful, that front seat isn’t soft on little heads