Best Drive Back Poems

Ramapo, New York, a small town
Was rural ... to say the least
Where simple folks lived a simple life
And most residents could rest in peace 

But, tonight was prom night and
The summer evening was unusually cool
As the graduating class of 1953
Gathered at their high school 

Leisurely,...

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Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the air; the dust motes can settle. Scattered talk of a...

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ONE NIGHT SLEEPOVER
The embers of the fireplace glowed,
We were all alone in the forest 
spending a family vacation
 surrounded by big, shadowy trees 
and a river that never flowed.
At first, I acted as though 
I wasn’t scared at all,
For I know my parents 
will drive...

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A canopy of green
Branches overhead 
Encase us
As we speed through and around the curvy road

Into the unknown..

X   X   X   X   X

The unknown now I know
And never got to see the beautiful trees,
Only drove there to drive back

Another...

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I woke up that morning in the usual way,
stretching and yawning, ready to start the day...
but for some reason today
feeling a sense of dread…
Because I looked at the clock
and saw it was late, got up quickly,
and fell out of bed..
Showered and towel dried my hair,
then...

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In this time , this town, you'd grow
In this town, this time, you'll feel at home
your poor plenty more than rich enough
to crack the faultline,
your cup half full, half overflowing.

You stretch your legs and wings and mind and laugh
Find friends too easily,
and hand frayed throw...

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I grew up in the rockin 60’s
Everything back then was new
Rock ‘n’ roll and Chevy’s
There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do

Hot rod Fords and street drag races
The girls wearing cashmere sweaters
The thrill of youth that showed on faces
That easily laughed at serious matters

Saturday night sock hop...

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Smoke ‘em if you got them.
Save the bottles for return.
That hippie needs a haircut.
What the hell’s a Lady Bird?
My Christmas tree had bubble lights, 
My watch lit up at night. 
Four-bits for my gasoline
And Cassius won the fight.

Music was a wall of sound.
A Stingray running...

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I lived in the early-mid 70s so very different
being a lonely soul not socially active
lived  in the countryside with not a friend
didn't really mind it as made me selective

This was me living my teens/early 20s
loved going to Wimpy bar in the night
after tea drove...

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I walk along a shore 
                 far inland from the roar  
                ...

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I like to think all my memories are floating…some separate…some combined…
in an every-deepening ocean…somewhere in the recesses of my mind.

Sometimes as I walk along the shore when sparked by a feel, a taste, a smell…or something I might see…a memory will ride a wave and...

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Traveling across a countryfied road.
Large hollows furbished of  loose
pebbles and twisted roots ascend
from a prominent blue spruce.

Rotting posts, a barbed wired
fence, and pair of Mustangs
racing 'cross a
green pasture toward 
ole' woebegone stable,
as  a rusted John Deere tractor 
pulls away from structure.

Fragmented bottles strewn...

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I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt...

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Stopped for a rest on my drive back home
Got out to stretch my legs
When I got back in I noticed a change
It surprised this hard boiled egg

The gas pedal was closer than it was before
A fact it made me holler
“What's going on? I'm really quite...

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After swimming at Cherry Beach, I had been returning home,
With some very cool memories, of the sand and green foam.

On the drive back I had resolved, to take the scenic route,
Like the pathway down Magnolia Way, where scents drift about.

The rural lanes were charming, so...

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