Sonny Days

Driving down A1A,

I was with friend Sonny,

during very sunny days.

Playing her radio very loud,

we had a blast driving

through town.

Down, down to

Ft. Lauderdale,

where there is a

tunnel that made

me pale.

Yes, I couldn’t wait

to get to the other side,

cars coming at you,

you could not hide,

making it though and still alive,

everything feels just so fine.

At the library we did type,

getting things kicked out

like playing a melodie pipe.

Eating at a restaurant that very night,

Ft Lauderdale has changed so much in sight.

One things for sure and do say,

it was fun remembering those very

Very “Sonny Days”.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise 2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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