Before legal age,
Learning to drive was the rage,
For a teenager an important stage.
Dented body parts an indicator gage.
Two summers working on a ranch,
Belonging to a remote family branch
Access to vehicles carte blanche,
From which experience could avalanche.
Drive anything that moves,
Wheels, tracks, claws, or hooves,
Following tracks, ruts, and grooves,
No one that disapproves.
On a tractor raking hay,
One field could take all day,
Lots of work, no play,
On his task, no protégé.
One job I did dread,
Behind the baler, riding the sled.
Across the field it sped,
Watch it or get a bale in the head.
Bale today, my cousin's decree,
Young Luke and me,
Would toss a coin to see,
Who was driver and who was drivee.
No driver's education is complete,
Without lessons in the backseat,
A young lady I did meet,
And we were very discrete.
Maturing behavior received a threap,
Grounded, no more Jeep,
Took my medicine without a peep,
Learning to drive is really deep!
