Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

Half Moons

In our late teens
We’d all doll up
Half moons at our heels
Spit shined our shoes

Bell bottom pants
Precisely creased
Bright shirts with poofy sleeves
Hitting the snooker halls
And other local hangouts

Smoking cigarettes
So groovy and so cool
Radio blaring from our cars
Chick magnets

Destination
A&W drivethru
Rolled down windows
Waiting for our trays
Burgers and root beer


Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020

AP: 3rd place 2021

Submitted on March 22, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE N sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 2ND

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Sam Kauffman March 23, 2020 at 11:27 AM Oh the memories this brought back, Line. Thank you for the trip down memory lane in concise word pictures! Congratulations on your win! Only one thought - so glad bell bottom pants have gone the way of hoop skirts! Line Gauthier March 24, 2020 at 6:26 PM LOL thanks for that fashion tip, Sam.

John Watt March 23, 2020 at 10:48 AM Another wonderful journey down Nostalgia Blvd. Love it, Line! Hugs/John Line Gauthier March 24, 2020 at 6:26 PM Thanks, John. Much appreciated.

Timothy Mcguire September 23, 2019 at 12:45 PM Love it! A fav for me. I use to work at A&W in high school. If you get a chance read my poem "1969" Line Gauthier September 23, 2019 at 6:33 PM How cool! I will go and check out your poem.

Caren Krutsinger September 21, 2019 at 10:59 PM "Bell bottom pants Precisely creased Bright shirts with poofy sleeves" Yes! I used to refer to them as "hip hugger bell bottoms" and boy did I think they were something! Thank you for the memory. Line Gauthier September 22, 2019 at 12:06 PM Weren't we cool!

Regina Mcintosh September 21, 2019 at 8:00 PM so cute... I remember those days - I live in a small town and it was still like that for years. Only the kids don't drive around the square and sit at the little curbside diner anymore.. sadly. Your poem brought back memories. Blessings Line Gauthier September 22, 2019 at 12:07 PM Thanks, Regina.