Route 9, Massachusetts Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
Route 9, Massachusetts
My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo.
We are on route 9, sliding down-
towards Boston.
I am 8 years old,
my brother is 10
God, he seems so old
All-of-a-sudden, I-imagine-myself-gone.It-is-as-though-I-am-gone-from
this-world.I-imagine-that-I-don't-exist.If-I-stay-silent-long-enough
no-one-will-see-me-I-will-disappear.No-one-has-talked-to-me-in-8-minutes. Does-it-mean-that-I-am-gone? I- hold-my-breath-and-no-one-can-hear-me, no-one-can-see-me.
Have-I-disappeared?
this is very good, i like your style as well.. and wow, route 9 towards boston i have traveled on that highway often, where did you live?
really nice. put a very clear picture in my head. great read.
My younger sister used to think the same way. Right on the dot with this poem, well penned.
this poem moved me cos it reminded me of me when i was 9. gd wright
Samuel i like this one a lot the words you wrote seem like they are really happening to somebody
I think this is a beautifully written poem, brings back all the memories of playing in blanket covers, building dens (aka castles) from our old brown leather sofa and thinking I had been swept off into a world of fantasy... Love it. Ps. thanks for your comments on my material, it means alot. Regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow! I really enjoyed your style of writing in this poem. It really did remind me of a young child. It was enchanting.