Day Dream

I sit in the truck,
Watching the plains roll by,
The sound of the wind is monotonous,
The lull of the truck a lullaby.

I can almost imagine,
Riding in a closed carriage,
Over an open prairie,
The suns warm rays dancing all around.

Danger is everywhere, imminent,
I can feel it deep inside,
It clings to the air, like a blanket of fog,
I can see it in the rifle, as it rides shot gun by my side.

The day has been long and hot,
The horses need water,
We pull up alongside a stream,
The brook babbling gaily, the birds chirping cheerfully while the horses prance prettily.

For the moment, all seems right,
But all too quickly, everything turns quiet,
The birds no longer sing their sweet symphony,
Even the horses, hooves held silent, not a word to be said.

The stream once a euphoric sound now seems ominous and threatening,
Out of nowhere a band of thieves jump into view,
They are big, surly men,
Desperation glows bright in their eyes

All too soon I awaken,
Jolted back to reality,
I am still in the truck,
Watching the plains roll by.