by April Hollingworth
As I pull over to a stop
Seeing a twenty tun tractor coming towards me
All I think is there goes my mirror.
Suddenly the sound of screaching metal
As my car cries out her death calls
Twisting metal and ping pong people
As the twenty tun tractor drives on through us.
Are you okay? Am I okay?
Yes get out of the car
As I force open my door I see running liquid
Hurry get out before she blows!
Shaking and crying we hudle in shock,
Scared but at least we are alive.
My car has died a horrific death.
Crushed and broken,
But at least no fire has claimed her.
As we hudle in shock, surprised we are not hurt.
Thank God for are seatbelts.
The carnaige on the hillside is frighting to see.
But at least we are alive.
Last updated August 13, 2011