Friday, October 31, 2008

Hawkville

The smell of fresh Mediterranean cuisine
when you pull out on warren
where every nice car is seen.
Rims, tints and chrome, anything to make your turn,
because money is a number one concern.
Many cultures from the north, south, east and west sides
choose Dearborn as their home to reside.
Twelve o'clock on the dot,
The Mobil Station on Schaefer is the spot.
Everyday you must watch what you say and do,
if not their sure to talk to about you.
Instead of privacy, were all about show.
Because everything you do, everybody knows.

3 comments:

Raina said...

Thats Dearborn for you! I definitely know what you are talking about. You had some mistakes in your poem though. The third line from the top, I think you need to add the word "a." In the line talking about money being a number one concern, I think the word the would sound much better there. Lastly, the third to last line, i think you meant, if not their sure to talk about you. Other than that, good job!

Jen. RW. said...

I enjoyed your poem and found it easy to imagine with your descriptions. I completely agree with line 7. This is also how people seem to associate places. "I just came from the east end" or "west end." Each side has clashing cultures, but not in a bad way. The third line from the bottom, I believe you used the wrong "their," it should be "they're." Overall, enjoyable poem.

Robyn_VanHorn said...

Warren should be capitalized in the second line. Is "were" in the second to last line suppose to be "we're"? Otherwise, the poem is nice, it made my imagine vivid pictures of how you depict Dearborn as a place you live.