Yonder Comes Your Man

by Anthony Kambeitz

Poem


I Am Grateful

by Support Our Troops Committee Zaloga Post American Legion Albany NY

Array


Nocturnal Wind

by Williiams Kurrle

Poem


Listen to the Wind

by Anthony Phillips

Poem


A Winter's Tale

by Wallace McGregor

Poem


Hard Consonants and Red Gladiolas

by Donald MacDougall

Prose


AUTO SHOW

By Arnold Neil, Army

Writing Type: Poem

As we walk through the door we feel the breeze, smell the plastic and metal, don't sneeze.
Sit in this car if you will; the price will give you a chill.
I look at this shiny new paint and say, no, that's not it, wait.
The salesman comes over and says, ""I have another one in bright shiny red.""
The man just listens and walks as the girls on the tables talk.
We're all here to look at new cars, but I see old friends' faces from afar.
I remember when the rear view mirror was there on the hood, not really over there.
Walk around, your ticket they did take. Nine dollars was too high to forsake.
But now as I'm at this auto show, I feel, oh, how old I have grown.
The cars are all shiny new, but the one I remember was blue.
My first car, oh yes, it was fun, reverb, buckets seats, shifter gun.
But now I am older by far, and I stare at all shiny new cars.
But as these cars do grow old, their prices in the future won't be as bold,
But now is another auto show. Oh man, if I was young, we could go.
Race tracks, thoughts to our mind. Kick the tires, is the timing really fine?
Carburetors are gone from that place where I used to sit with Grace turning it
But now spark plugs are all gone; fuel injectors don't sing that song.
Spurt, spurt in the carburetor it would go, and the gas tank would run so very low,
But really is this an auto show? No.
FAMILY

Notes: Michelle Maloney

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by Williiams Kurrle

Poem


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by Demetrius Kastrenakes

Poem


Conscience

by Robert Valonis

Array


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by Larrie Green Sr

Poem


Willing

by Kellie Daniels

Poem


When

by John Henningson

Poem,Photograph