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
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,
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.
So real . Lovely.
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.