8 Year Old Dream Poem by Michael Peterson

I first saw you in the lot
Shiny and new, a beautiful red
The rally rims, the racing look
Sporty and fast, slick and slim
Under the hood a 326 engine
When running, sounds of power
The revving of the engine raises the heartbeat
Full of excitement to see what it could do
Inside a beautiful black interior
Bucket seats, a stick on the floor
A state of the art AM radio
To play the tunes of the 60s
A ride for my favorite gal would love
The Trim of chrome, the cherry red
I have drawn many pictures of this beast
A desire to own and to drive at top speed
The odometer tops at 130, I want to try
Push it to the limit, feel the power
Race down the road, fly over the hills
Soaring thru the wind, squealing tires
Burning rubber across the pavement
10 mph up to 20,30 next 40 and 50 faster
Before you know it,70mph the engine races on
80,90 racing the heart and feeling the rush
Flying pass the trees, like a fence post in a line
100 mph feels the car shaking, bouncing over the road
110 mph the red and blue light come on
A fading race as the cop catches up
A man dreaming of racing ends pricey
Come to reality fast and furious
I wake for daydreaming
That Firebird will be mine
When I am older, because I am only 8
50 years later, I see her again
The Beautiful Cherry Red Bird
The car an 8 year old always dreamed of
Older and wiser, but still young inside
Firebird takes me for a powerful, fast ride