Shotgun Poem by Philip Geoffrey Lock

I'm riding shotgun
Your arms on the wheel
Glance and smile at me
Open roof pickup
Future on the horizon

The weather gets fierce
Tornadoes ahead
Wind lashes and howls
That it can't touch us
We are impenetrable

Smell leather and grease
Warmth right beside me
Your nearness turns fear
Into adventure
The past all left behind us

Our destination
Unquestionable
It doesn't matter
The chaos outside

I'm here with my dad
Riding shotgun