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