Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.195

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

It’s a nicely warmed day
The sun beaming through the blue
70’s rock on the radio
And I’m feeling it too
The bass throbs through the speakers
And pulsates my heart
That I remember all the words
Makes me thrilled off the chart
The volume too loud
But who gives a flip
I’m riding alone on this little trip

My sunglasses on
The windows rolled down
I feel the need for speed
So I’m headin’ out of town
My hair is wild in the wind
I’m hangin’ tight in the curves
All my senses alive
In case I have to swerve

The gear shift feels good
In the palm of my hand
Satisfied with the knowledge
I can out drive any man

There’s nothing like driving
This barren stretch of #8
But I look at the clock 
And see I’m almost late

Slow my speed to a whisper
I head back into town
I fix my hair in the mirror
The music goes down

Satisfied with the knowledge
That the wild is still there
No matter what the age
I’ve learned not to despair
Sometimes you just have to 
Throw away the rules
As long as you aren’t late
To pick the kids up from school

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required