
my first car, a Beetle, yes a Beetle
blue, shining and proud, smiling out loud
all iron for strength, in all the length
leather for comfort, letting go of all discomfort
i saved each cent, lots of bent
just a dream in the beginning, my head was spinning
as the money pile grew, everything blue
I saw the possibility, only stability
the freedom of going, and glowing
my own wheels, no more in my heels
i miss you, my little bug, only a hug
W3 -I. O’Nika’s prompt: Echo verse
This week, let’s play with rhyme and repetition by writing an echo poem about firsts.









