I Was Traveling Through The Sands Poem by Alex waters

I was traveling through the sands
In my small white car,
The work if idle hands,
Or at least so far.

It was half past three,
When the car got the shakes,
I knew what to do instantly
And slammed on the brakes.

I opened my door
And felt the desert’s fire,
At least the heat burned more
Than the thought of my tire.

I pulled out the spare
And threw out my back,
And yet another care,
No handle for the jack!

I’m sure to die
In this dreadful heat,
Only a passerby
Can make ends meet.

It was half past eight
When in my sight,
Much like fate,
Came a shimmering light.

The driver caught my eye
And I knew the look he gave,
It was my life passing by
Without a stop or a wave.

And so I chased
To avoid being stuck,
And I raced and raced
Without much luck.

And as I hurried
I tripped and fell
Upon a half buried
Rusty jack handle.

I drove through the night
And around half passed three,
Came a glimmering light
From the car who passed me.

He looked at me
And I glanced right back,
I could blatantly see
He only needed a jack.

The car slowed to my command,
For this life could be saved
With only the lending of a hand,
But I only smiled and waved.