Joy Ride
On a hot summer day
With sisters playing
softball,
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Looking Fear in the Eyes
Early morning, a possible death
trap began.
I walked into a sheltered field of
laboring Angus cows.
Newborns laid quietly on golden
straw,
Varying in color and size
Active and full of energy
I searched about looking for any
problems that aroused.
To my surprise,
An angry mother straight ahead,
Daring me to take another step
closer.
I stared straight into her fiery
eyes.
With no fear shown
Not willing to make the first move
The protective cow charged me with
all her might
Ramming, butting,
Smashing me against the sturdy
white gate.
Quickly I rolled under the fence,
Onto the grassy green ground,
Cold and damp.
Bruised and dirty, I stumbled to
the pickup,
Excited to tell about my adventure,
Of the possible death trap.
Jason Seier
But forgetting their
gloves
For the game.
Being the great and loving
Parents that they are,
They sprint home to pick
up
Their lost, scared, sad
softball gloves.
As they rush on
Into the house,
The little boy
Who’s playing
Being driver of the car
As he turns the steering
wheel
Back and forth
Honking the horn
The time of his life.
But as the fun rolls on in
the car,
The little boy hits the
gear shifter
On into reverse.
Now he’s driving.
Then the parents,
who have the gloves
Sees their little boy
waving
As the car is jogging on
down the hill
Back into our
neighbor’s garage,
Where he is rebuilding a
1969 Charger that was just
about done
Until then.
The car still sits behind
his garage.
And that little boy grew
up with that
Strange, staggering, still
image of his
Parents’ faces as he
gets out of the car.
Dennis
Reicks
