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Cruising

Cruising around town,
leaning back in my seat.
Let the top down, and look up at the stars.

Wind blowing through my hair;
singing at the top of my lungs;
having a blast on this warm September night.

Why can't it always be like this?

I just wanna feel this way forever-
With the speakers blaring,
goosebumps on my skin,
stars reflecting in my eyes,
the top down.

Cruising around town,
just us against the world;
having a blast on this warm September night.

Author notes

I love riding around in my brother's convertible at night and going places with him and my friends. I just wanted to write a poem about it.
Written September 25th, 2005

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  • Danna Hobart
    January 2

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    I really liked the tone of this one. Felt like I was in the seat next to you. Thank you for entering my contest.


  • Carpe Noctem
    September 25, 2005
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    Yeah, I wasn't looking for it to be really great or anything when I wrote it, I just wanted to express it somehow. I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment. :-)

  • salparadise
    September 25, 2005
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    Quite Good

    This was a celebration of youth that really hit home for me and brought back a flood of memories. While there is nothing particularly earth-shattering about this work, it is nonetheless coherent and well-written. Thanks for sharing.