Panagiota Romios Poet Free verse

Highway One, California

Highway One California

Lovely and so cooling, was driving my 
1956 Chevy Bel-Aire ragtop!
Its whitewall tires, its heavenly hubcaps.
Just stunningly gleaming!
That magnificent red and white convertible!
With joys, so profoundly thrilling!


June 2, 2019
7pm PST

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Dedicated  to my parents,  who gave me  this 
car on my birthday. Thanks, Mom and Dad for 
letting me "Drive My Dream!"

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Caren Krutsinger June 8, 2019 at 5:15 AM I also had a red and white convertible. I knew it was not the best buy for the money, but there is nothing like a red and white convertible! I had forgotten about it until I read this poem, so thank you for my own memories! Panagiota Romios June 8, 2019 at 10:40 AM There were only 41,000 made of these. Today, I saw one that cost 120,000.. Too bad I can't buy one. Glad you also had a red and white, Panagiota

Vijay Pandit June 3, 2019 at 7:44 AM Your words expertly flashed images of your favorite car on highway 1..so well written, Panagiota. Panagiota Romios June 4, 2019 at 5:31 AM I guess one has to ride in one to Appreciate its beauty. Cars are not made like that anymore. I am a fan of The Jaguars made in the 1980s. That's like riding in heaven. Vitaj, thanks for not passing me by. My poetry is not necessarily image filled. Much based on hard reality. Which is not popular here. Others are way better at images, etc. Panagiota. I like drama and also truth.

Line Gauthier June 3, 2019 at 5:07 AM Fond memories along Highway One for sure while most kids receive a bike for their birthday. Panagiota Romios June 3, 2019 at 6:38 AM I did have two bikes in addition to the car. I used the one bike before thr car. The second bike was for friends who visited from far away. I grew up an only child. My parents bought ice skates for my friends, too, other kids were like their own. Som parents. Panagiota

Ann Gilmour June 2, 2019 at 11:17 PM Wow Panagiota, your poem took me along with you in your Chevy Belair - great write full of joy and excitement! I know nothing about cars - do not even drive myself, but your poem inspired me to google a 1956 Chevy and what an amazing car - utterly stunning!!! Thanks for the ride Panagiota... With kindest thoughts Ann xx A FAV for me! Panagiota Romios June 3, 2019 at 6:14 AM Good Morning Anne! You are a resourceful one! )) Glad you saw it. What a peach of a car! And thank you for FAVINg it. I still know it was the most beautiful car I owned. To add to your picture, saddle shoes were quite hip then. I drove that car to school. No more buses! My friends and I had a blast. Panagiota. Xoxo...with immense appreciation.