Gleaming Four wheel drive catches at my heart
Sparking, revving, how I long to never part
Strip down to gears, I learn what makes you go
To the town and back, riding to and fro.

Paint glitters in sun's rays, catching all the mens' eye
Four by four the powerhorse, not a day passes by
A long,low whistle of appreciation that you bring
A quick ride for groceries, the treasures inside makes 'em swing.

Around to take another look, quick questions that are asked
Waiting at the stoplight, loaded up with cattle and grass.
New buyer wants his cattle,no time to stop and talk.
I promise to chat again,when I slow down again to walk.

Loud screech, then bellers, piercing scream tears from my lips
It goes quite suddenly dark.
I awaken to a good Samaritan prodding me awake.
He said he was afeared, that I wouldn't be on the make.

"What happened?" asked I, afraid of the need
"A semi just ran into the rear of your truck, now you know the deed".
"How bad?" "Ma'am" you really need to rest".
Anger welling up inside.

"How bad?" I asked,"Your trailer is beat to Puyallup, the cattle are bruised"
It can't be that bad I reason, I have a buyer to meet up.
"The bed of your truck is crumpled like a tin can and the trailer hitch has moved forward six inches."
"Six inches?!" I shriek before passing to the dark.

Of trailer hitches and semis
Sprained knees and blood clots too
The simple life of a rancher
This life is not moot.