plz read this poem and tell me what does it mean?

Question

My father bought the '53 Chevy
maroon and new, drove my brother and me
Out of the city
to cut a chrismas tree, parked on the shoulder,
left my brother and me, sank into the snow
like quicksand (my brother,only four ,laughing)
and my father waved a hand, his mouth a tight line
and my brother jumped up and down in the back seat
while I pretend to drive away (for help)
but went nowhere and my father didn't comeback,
my brother full of fear, no longer laughing,
and the air was thick with chewy toffee,
my father gone, my brother going crazy,
So I grabbed the icescraper and jabbed holes
in the maroon velvet over me like the inside
of a coffin, no escape and my father returned,
creature from the snow lagoon, bearing a tree,
a wide grin where the line had been
and the car was a car, not a coffin,
My father was alive and my brother was laughing
and my father looked at the neat triangular flags
said nothing, drove back to the city
in a chevy once more a coffin

Answer 1

Okay, my interpretation: so these two kids went with their father to cut a Christmas tree. He left the kids in the car, perhaps because it was too cold? The older of the children, the one telling the story, feared he would not come back, mostly b/c of the grim expression the father wore and the severe weather. At some point, the narrator hopped into the drivers seat to pretend to go for help - what else could he/she do? The brother didn't see anything wrong for awhile, but after some time, the excitement wore off, it probably started getting cold in the car, and he too became fearful. With a total lack of being able to do anything useful, the narrator took the ice scrapper in the car (b/c it was winter, and they kept one there) and punched holes in the upholstery out of frustration. He/she thought they were going to die in the car, since the father, being so long gone, would freeze to death or for some other reason, not come back. So the car became a coffin, metaphorically. But then the father did come back with a Christmas tree, and the fear and frustration was lifted. This didn't last for long, however. The father saw the flag like rips where the older kid punched holes in the upholstery with the ice scrapper, and got very mad. He didn't say anything, but it was quiet - like a coffin, the whole way home.

Answer 2

First of all, it's not a poem. Or, it's a poem only because some professor has decided to call it that which, to my mind, kinda defeats the purpose of language. A jug-like metal container used for boiling water is a kettle, not "a bicycle". A bicycle is not a kettle and just because the academic establishemtn decides that it is does not make it so. Poems need not rhyme but they should have something like metre and scansion. This has no rhyme, no metre and no scansion. It is "prose" about two young brothers who watch as their dad leaves their new car and sinks in deep snow while he tries to steal a Christmas tree. The younger brother laughs. The older brother begins to panic when his father does not come back. in his fear, he stabs at the velvet-lined interior of the car and then his smiling father returns and says nothing about the damage to his lovely new vehicle. It is an anecdote and the simple fact that somebody claims it's a poem, does not make that so. prose is prose and writing it in lines of short and or random length does not make it a poem.

Answer 3

I like it! It means the kids were bad when the father was cutting down the christmas tree. At the end they were in trouble because the kid cut up the ceiling of the car when the father was away. It felt like a coffin again because the kid was worried about what the father would do when they got home.

Answer 4

its about two children and their father, one of the children four years old and the other maybe ten or twelve. they were going to get a christmas tree and their father walked down to get a tree, but when they saw he didnt come back for a while, they got worried and started to dig. but when they saw him, they went back to their natural ways.
good luck!

Answer 5

I evaluate it is somewhat nicely, for my section. i will relate. the final element unsuitable is that it could be "...it is going to be too late." as against "...to late." o.k. poem, postpone the nicely artwork.

Answer 6

you should send that into a poem place to get it published i loved it

Answer 7

sound like he gonna whoop some ***

Answer 8

damned if i know