Warm sun, beating on my back
A slight breeze, pushing billowy white clouds
Across a gorgeous bright blue sky
Acadien and Canadian flags waving their pride
Faint smell of mechanical oil, cars revving occasionally
The breeze hits my face and I grin
People milling about, familiar to each other
Cracking jokes, catching up, keeping busy
As an outsider looking inward
What I see is: lifelong bonds, formed naturally
Its a peace I miss, a peace I hold dear
A small town girl, far from home, at a small town garage
Author notes
So my car needed fixing, and I went to a friends garage. It was a beautiful fall day- absolutely gorgeous! And just.. everything about the place reminded me of home. So I decided to write a poem. Not meant to be my best, but kinda cute. I let the poem take me where it wanted to go. 
Written October 16th, 2006
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I think it is a fine poem that both shows your impressions of the garage but also your memories of home and how much you missed it. That to me is a successful poem.
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Nice imagery
This is a good poem with nice imagery to it...Good sharing
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hee hee
thats my dad's place alright. my favorite thing about this poem is that i can fit myself into the image so easily. -
good job
i like the way you incorporated the sky and the clouds into the mechanics and the garage it defintaly put the reader into your eyes
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Everywordmatters!
I, honostly could not find one thing counter to your write. This is really, for me an awsome original set of ideas! Great Job! -
Howdy there, stranger Seems like forever since we've actually talked. Thanks for writing this; it was a nice little reminder of home for me, too. Brought back a few memories... if it had been any longer it would have brought a tear to my eye. Great job, they say poetry reflects the author, and this one reflects you, because it's beautiful
*slap!*
Jermer
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