our hope was

one last run

before our truck got laid to rest

we have ran it hard for quite a few years...in a couple of days it will be going under the knife for a tremendous overhaul

we packed up our littles snowboards and toys

and set off on our final trip

it did not take long for our truck to say

i think i have had enough

had we been wise

we would have listened to its words

but you see

the sun was out

and we were wanting more from this trip

so onward and upward

we continued on

not adhering to the signs that befell

how could you

when the open road

ever so pretty

lay waiting

for us to pass on through

and with that open road

was the light

sigh

the light was giving quite a show

flickering and casting spells

all throughout the trees

mesmerizing it became

so much so

that my love had to turn around

as he wanted me to capture the moment

before it passed

around we turned and came to a stop

and our truck proclaimed even louder

putting up more of a fuss

as one worked

our littles and i

came to terms

that this was probably the extent

of our snow filled day

and i said to one

its ok

lets head on home

but oh no

one could not accept such defeat

and conquered on

while saying

no worries we'll get to some snow

snow we did see

the father we drove

and the more snow that we saw

the more our trucks fury arose

yet higher we climbed

in search of white

until one had to admit

this was probably the end

parked were we

while some water was in need

out i hopped to have a quick peek

as i walked

there i saw

one that lay waiting for me

it seems as of now

this here bridge would not be crossed

though i know it shall stay

and as for the woods

that were quietly whispering our name

entertained by the presence of another

they would have to be

the open road was calling once more

telling us to head on home

one last look at the river side

and all in a blink of an eye

back on the main road we were

the only noise heard

was the humming of our truck

as reality set in

we were trying to accept

that it wouldn't be till spring

when we could visit these woods

for this truly was

OUR FINAL RUN

it took us far longer to get ourselves home

this poor old truck

could hardly take it anymore

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow once said:

"Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, Something done"

something was attempted

and

something was definitely done