We got a big beautiful dump of snow. Winter in all its glory. Chris hopped on the snowmobile, so I ended up driving his truck. I am not a great driver but these trucks sure are cool. Finding fun in the little things. Enjoy the poem.
Little Lady Driving a Big Truck
Little lady driving a big truck
silver throne on 33-inch tires.
Perched looking down over the hood
surveying the fields
seeing far ahead,
clear sailing on suspension
even the princess and the pea
would love.
Unplowed road no problem
stopping in a snow bank
to reach the mail box
so many workhorses pulling
bow lifting like a Chris Craft.
Round the corner to home
snuggled in the lumberjack sized,
heated seat
toasted buns and warm fingers
wielding the broad wheel.
Just don’t ask me to back a trailer
Forward on country roads is my limit
for a little lady driving a big truck.
CreatetheDawn 
So real . Lovely.
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Thanks Jim. I am prepping my poem a day for national/global poetry writing month already. Let me know if you want them to publish.
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