Just sitting here watching the trucks go by.
While the moon slowly crosses the sky.
Listening to the crickets song as the traffic rolls along.
Puttering around this big old house.
Working on this second verse....
With naught but a Yorkie and a little ole mouse.
Haven't written poetry in so many years,
So it's back to the porch to down a few beers.
Just sitting here watching the trucks go by.
While the moon slowly crosses the sky.
Listening to the crickets song as the traffic rolls along.