I Am America

I Am America

by William Fowler


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This book is a collection of a wide variety of poems. In this tome, you will find poems about serious current-day issues, including politics. There are patriotic poems as well as poems outlining how we can improve our world as human beings. You will find humor and whimsy as well. William Fowler hopes that you will enjoy reading them as much as he enjoyed writing them.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781546226840
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 01/31/2018
Pages: 108
Sales rank: 804,205
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.22(d)

About the Author

William Fowler is a graduate of Monmouth University in West Long Branch, NJ. He received a BA in Political Science. He was a management consultant for several years. He has been a featured poet at the Collingswood, NJ Library monthly poetry and prose readings. He is a member of the Society for Poets of Southern New Jersey. He lives in Cherry Hill, NJ. This is his first book.

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You live on a beautiful island,
Life Is A Mystery To Me

Life is a mystery to me.
Interior Design

It?s your world.

Some say that absence makes you fonder.
Haiku Haiku

Four or five of them.
The Internet

It?s called the internet.
Info rides the silent air,
You buy and sell and talk,
You don?t know who?s watching.
It brings us together.

Majestic moveable monuments,
Oh, you cars of the 50?s and 60?s,
When I was five,
When I was fifteen an ad on TV Spoke of the Auto Show in New York City.
Oh, you cars of the 50?s and 60?s.
Oh, you cars of the 50?s and 60?s,
Oh, you cars of the 50?s and 60?s,
The Family

We gather here, from near and far,
1956 Buick Special

My father bought you new,
I sat in my dad?s lap,
You had a new paint job,
A child could swim in you,
1966 Buick LeSabre

My father bought you new.
The week that you arrived We went to Boston.
My father traded you in, And showed up at my school,
1967 Ford Mustang

My father bought you used,
Outside black and red interior.
My father traded you away,

I use it as my muse,
1971 Ford Mustang

While I was a freshman in college,
I came home for Thanksgiving,
I told my parents I was going to a high school basketball game,
A fender bender, I hurt your face.
1985 Chevy Camaro

You were my first brand new car.
Black, my favorite color at the time,
I thought I was cool In my huge, geeky glasses.
On vacation I drove you to South Carolina.
In 1989 I said, ?Goodbye, old friend.?

The snow falls swiftly.
1990 Mazda Miata

It was love at first sight,
It said prototype.
On the way home, I stopped at the dealer. I had every intention of sending out feelers.
I told people at work,
I first saw you on the road in July,
As I?m writing this poem,
I finally met you,
I was living without fear,
Convertible you,
Bug eyes popped up from your hood.
I went through two new convertible tops,
We lived through thirteen years,
Wedding Vow

As we gather in this place,
1989 Buick LeSabre

My father bought you new for my mother,
My mother drove you.
It was you, me and my mother,
I liked you.
Then my uncle bought you,
Honda 350

Like Martin Luther King I had a dream.
Six years after that show was cancelled,
I was in my fourth semester,
I rode you home from school.
I stayed home a few days.
I finished college, I got my degree.

Ever since I can recall,
You are on my bucket list.
One in green, or maybe gray,
So many friends to aid with wealth,
Blood Red Vette

I?ve got a blood red Vette.
Driving down the road of life,
My Birthday

(Born May 23, 1956 – Written May 23,
So in my life I?ve learned some things,
Do what you?re good at. Do what you like,
I Am America

I live from sea to shining sea,
I work hard and like to have fun.
People come here by plane, train and boat.
And why? It is no mystery.
I?m white and black and yellow and red,
I?m city and suburb and rural farm.
I?m Yankees and Giants and Knicks and Mets.
I?m Taquan, Mohammed, Rajeesh and Fred.
Washington, Lincoln, Kennedy, Reagan,
To my enemies I?ll shout,

Oh, beauteous red bird,
My sweet, fine feathered friend,

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