Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

The Forest Chasing Gump

I’m running over other ones to mine.
My thoughts my father taught.  How black to white
is harvest to wheat.  How an out of line
woman is kept.  How I should act polite
in their company kept.  Dad bought a beater
for me at seventeen.  He’s never wrong.
I love this truck more than life.  I teeter
with what makes it run.  Keeps it going strong
for what I play with friends on dusty roads
on a dry summer day here in Greenbow.
We shoot our pellet guns at horny toads.
We chase the retard ‘round – all just to show.
See what happens when born to be different?
He’s running now.  Far.  Further, you’re present. 

Date: 12/17/2018
Submitted for: Movie Magic
Sponsored by: Gregory Barden
Character Role: The unnamed driver of the truck that chased Forrest Gump out of his iron clad legs into the future.  He had no lines in the movie with which to explain why he did.

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Brandy Nicole December 20, 2018 at 7:26 PM Who knows what the driver was thinking. In this movie. It seems he was only doing what many would have, in this situation. Which is very wrong. The world is filled with many different people indeed. You have a wonderful heart Phillip. ~ Brandy