'Four-Wheeler' Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

Daddy, when you look at me
Do you see the little girl who sat on your knee?
Do you realize I'm just like you?
This woman I have grown into?
Daddy, you'll always be my kiss stealer
You'll always be my partner on the four wheeler
And as a thirsty child you'll always be my fountain
In my head I can still see us on those wild mountains
Listening to you singing those country tunes
Chasing the sun those old afternoons
Heading towards Maw Maw's to grab a spoon
And racing each other before we met the moon
Oh, those wild mountains are loved so much
They give a blessing to those who they touch
We watched the deer swim across the river
Smelling your scent in your jacket as I'd shiver
Watching the trees turn was a breath taking view
Oh, these days that I once knew
The fog in the trees seemed to make them blue
I'm glad to have spent those days with you
My long, brown hair striked you in the face
As we'd stir up dust all over the place
We'd cross those old rocky creeks
There was never a moment dull or bleak
Those old tall oaks reached to the sky
We couldn't take our eyes off of them as we passed by
Seemed like each one had a story to tell
When we were in those woods, it made us well
I still remember those branches and my shirt getting hung
Or those sweet rain drops that landed on my tongue
That fresh country air still stays in my lungs
All from those moments when I was so young
And I'm still addicted to those bottoms to this day
I imagine I'm there when I seem to go astray
I roll my car windows down and act like I'm there
I remember those memories that we shared
Those days will always be a part of me
Oh, and they will always be
Just as much a part of me as my feet and my hands
I'll miss us laughing and riding on that beautiful land
Oh, my dream is to one day open my back door
And spend my life in them forever more
Yes, in those old damp bottoms where we'd roam
And call them my sweet Alabama home