Poem-Week 2

This is an awesome poem that my brother wrote during his first week at the University of Arizona. I was so impressed by what he wrote, I think it is worth sharing.

The Beast

 

The thin metal slides in smoothly,

forming a perfect union with the pins of the ignition.

Turning it only reassures the bond,

and sends a bolt of electricity through the wires.

 

You hear the motor breath in,

suddenly the once dead metal is now screaming with life.

Moving valves and opening tubes,

all sucking and pulling for their desired share of spotlight.

 

Power-hungry metal arms start flexing as if to give a show,

they pound down with a force of power that could rival a hurricane.

Eight cylinders cycle in perfect rhythm,

1-5-4-2-6-3-7-8 and again, 1-5-4-2-6-3-7-8. One-thousand times a minute.

 

The beast breathes, growls, rumbles, and shakes with excitement,

like an unleashed herd of wild horses, galloping in their new found freedom.

The roar is loud and deep, screeching sound of tires is heard across the quiet plains,

all two-hundred and fifty horses speed down the endless highway in perfect harmony.

 

1-5-4-2-6-3-7-8 and again, 1-5-4-2-6-3-7-8, nothing but a machine,

four wheels, seats, gauges, pedals, power and speed.

The Mustang powers away, beauty, precision, and muscle.

The man behind the wheel holds the reigns and the beast is his passion.