54 Chevy

by Glenn Currier

I did not hear the nun's demand
to answer problem seventeen
my eyes were on the minute hand
my mind on a vision of bluish green.

My dad was going to pick her up
and bring the beauty to our home
More gorgeous than our Cocker pup
she dazzles like a prize of chrome.

Then Sister Mary pinched my ear
and jerked me from my autodream
Wake up young man and stand right here!
The ringing bell--I was redeemed.

Before she knew it I was gone
down the hall and out the door
I streaked across the schoolyard lawn
I jumped and ran like never before.

A block away I saw the sun
reflecting off a polished car
was that our house was that the one?
I could not see it from that far.

As I approached I slowed my pace
my heart soared high my legs not heavy
for there in the drive a vision of grace
the teal green gleam of our 54 Chevy.


Posted on 02/03/2003
Copyright © 2020 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/03/03 at 04:25 PM

This childhood experience must have registered an impression capable enough of CHARGING you so much that the association is still ALIVE, capable enough to impress upon you to pick up your pen and produce this association so beautifully. I am experiencing and enjoying those CHARGED moments you did experienc and enjoyed while bringing this out of your private world of yester year.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/03/03 at 11:55 PM

Dazzlingly vivid Glenn! Like a wonderous scene from a 50s era movie.

Posted by JD Clay on 02/04/03 at 04:46 AM

Now there is a great ride, cool car too. All you need is a pair of fuzzy dice and some moon hubcaps. See you at the drive-in pal. Peace...

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/04/03 at 04:01 PM

ah, Glenn...to bring back so beautifully the memory of the time when the coming out of the new family car was such an event! the contraposition with the stern and ear-pulling nun was absolutely dead - on! Oh man, i loved this poem!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/05/03 at 04:42 AM

Your fine poem brought back fond memories of some of the cars my wife and I owned. One special one was a 55 chev Nomad. Sigh....Charlie

Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/05/03 at 04:21 PM

This is so wonderful. I saw this schoolboy before my eyes..oh my, felt the joy, the excitement...wonderful Glenn! Love the flow of it...so easy to feel this poem! Great work.

Posted by David R Spellman on 02/05/03 at 08:34 PM

Brought back many memories with this fine piece, from anticipation of the end of school days to the joy of a new automobile. Enjoyed this much. Well done!

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