Memories of Spring

this was a class assignment in creative writing my senior year of high school. i was given a picture of an old, rusty car in a field, and told to write a poem about it within a time limit.

Now an older man

I look outside on a clear spring day

In the driveway sits three cars

In my mind I go back to 1958

I remember my first car

A four door Chrysler

White with leather interior

The windows were down

The breeze cooling my sunburned skin

The sweet smell of spring air

And it seemed as if it would never end

I remember how hard i worked for that car

A year's worth of pay saved up

All so I could cruise with my friends

on clear spring days

Now I have three that I didn't save for at all

And I wonder what happened to that Chrysler

I imagine it as it was then

though I know it probably sits

In an abandoned field

Rusted over, dirty, unrecognizable

It's been about thirty years since I saw it last

I hope someone else had the pleasure of driving it

Especially on a clear spring day

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Now that was my favorite poem.