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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| I'll never forget my first car, I drove her without care, Didn't matter the price of gas, She always got me there. I could put her top down, Let wind blow through my hair, She was fast as lightning, She took me everywhere. I drove her through the mountains, Oh, brother, what a trip, I drove her to the ocean, And took a salty dip. I drove her in Daytona, And really let her rip, She finished up in first place. There's no one she couldn't whip. My first car had a stick shift, Smooth when shifting gears, Her engine was a powerhouse, Strong throughout the years. Many people noticed her, My car got many cheers, If anyone did challenge her, She savored their sullen tears. I once drove her to London, in a second, to Marseilles, We toured the fourth dimension, We cruised the Milky Way. I care little what people think, Even less about what they say, My car's name is Imagination, I drive her to this day. 32 Lines
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