Once you and I were young
Played in sand
Gains clogged and jammed
Big plastic wheels
Rolling over man-made hills
Carved out tunnels and moats
After rain laid buried for days
Wet dense sand
Could only view from the window
The collapse of sandcastle land
Red, green, black, blue
Sometimes I think I see you
Behind the wheel of a truck
Passing them on the road
Mysterious tinted windows
Shield drivers riding high
Wonder if any
Think of the memory
Of endless hours under lapis skies
where children play and trucks still rise
Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trucks/
