An acrostic I wrote during lunch at work on Independence Day.
|My thoughts stopped me.
Yummy sandwich put on hold.
The urge to write popped up.
Here, between bites of the aforementioned sandwich,
Opens the flow of words, where the end is
Unknown at this point in time.
Gosh it's hard searching for a white truck.
Have to be alert or even the bait and switch.
There is a truck out there, and it's white.
Seeing it through His eyes is where my thoughts need to dwell until at last "white truck" takes it's place where once little red resided for so many thankful year.
by Steve Cope