Week 2  Creative Writng  Ann Roberts  annrob@netdoor.com

Lesson 3  Bumper Sticker

Don't follow me, I'm lost too.

The car was an older model Chevrolet, so dirty you could barely see it was a strange color pink, evidently painted several years ago by an owner trying to express his own feelings.

The young man driving it was clean but his clothes were shabby and he needed a haircut badly.  He was clean shaven and had nicked himself with the razor.

His thoughts were on the job interview he had in an hour.  He wanted this job so he could marry Susie, the girl who was carrying his baby.  If he didn't get it, he didn't know how he was going to support his unexpected family.  Although he loved Susie, he would not have even thought of marrying anyone at this point in his life.  He was only 22 and there were so many things he wanted to do and so many places he wanted to see   "Why in hell didn't I keep my pants zipped?" rushed to his mind in spite of his vow to take care of her and the baby.

He pulled into a gas station and filled up the old car.  When he got back in after paying the cashier, he sat for a minute staring ahead.  Then he looked back one time and said out loud "To hell with it" and sped away to the highway to see those places he had never seen.

SORT OF A SONNET (it does have a kind of rhythm to it)

When I was very, very young

I was told by the preacher man,

"Heaven is streets paved with gold",

But Heaven is the touch of your hand.

This preacher told me

"Heaven is the angel's song"

But since I met you I know

Heaven is feeling I belong.

When I was a little older

I forgot about Heaven above,

And sought on earth the streets of gold

Down with caring and love!

Then this preacher told me

"Heaven is God's eternal plan",

Now I'm older and wiser,

And I found Heaven in the smile of a man.