Perhaps,
One day, in the late Fall
I will drive my truck
A '94' Ford Ranger
To a hiking trail
At the base of the Wasatch
Me, and my three friends
Johnny Walker
Jim Beam
And Jack Daniels
Will begin our journey
Along the way
We will stop
And converse
As we proceed
Up the trail
As high as
We can go
To the mountain top
To be covered up
By God's love
'In a blanket of fresh snow'
I must look up 'base of the Wasatch' in my atlas. A witty mention of Whiskey brands. I never miss church on Easter Sunday either. A striking last line to this poem.
Michael, Thanks for the comment! ! My wife and I have lived here in our Kaysville home for 32 years. I enjoy seeing the Wasatch mountains each day out of our bay window.
The three friends you name gives a touch of lighthearted humour. (They were my friends once, but not now) . A contrast with reaching the mountaintop and God's love. Appropriate for Easter Sunday.
Don't forget your other friend, Bud. His last name is either Wiser or Weiser or Wizer. I like the concept here, although I don't have any of the same friends that you do. My dad always said that was the way he wanted to go: just walk up into the mountains and disappear to spare his family the burial expenses. Of course, it didn't happen that way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess you will have to change your plans, Hank, as you no longer have your truck!