"Cherry_man1" (Cherry_man1)
10/14/2014 at 21:48 • Filed to: Poetry, Gran Torino
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"Cherry_man1" (Cherry_man1)
10/14/2014 at 21:48 • Filed to: Poetry, Gran Torino | 2
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From something I already submitted to the class:
Red Jewel
A soft breeze was blowing through the night.
My friend and I strolled out of my Garage to look at my gem of a car
He spoke excitedly as if he was an eager child,
Asking how fast it was
Laughing I told him not to get too excited
Slowly walking to the driver's door
grabbing the cool metal door handle
I thought man this thing sure shiny in the moonlight
Slowly lifting the door pops open
He does the same while I sit down in the slightly torn black vinyl seat
with surprise , he commented on how comfy the seats were
smirking I reply that it was a family car so it had to be
Pulling the doors shut they make a chunk sound like an old car.
I slide the key into the ignition of the red jewel of a Gran Torino
My hand slowly sliding over the ignition and I turn it with great vigor
soon the old engine roars to life with the revs reaching peak and falling to a nice burble
"Holy crap" proclaiming from the passenger's seat
"Oh ya, that's why I love this car. So good to listen to"
We pull out of the drive slowly and once in lined up aiming down the road
I punch the pedal to the floor and off we roar into the cool summer night.