It’s not like there wasn’t a way we could know.
The big yellow sign clearly said not to go.
“Take 4-wheel drives only beyond this spot.”
But you wouldn’t listen (believe it or not).
There on the dunes, our 2-wheel drive truck
stopped going forward because it got stuck.
Late in the day, there were not any rangers.
We hoped to rely on the kindness of strangers.
Sure enough, someone came lumbering by,
a big surfer dude with a gleam in his eye
from looking at what he assumed to be hicks
the first day they traveled outside of the sticks.
In no time at all, we were out of the sand
gushing out “thank you” and shaking his hand.
He smiled, said “No problem” and went on his way.
I guess we assumed that was all he would say.
But over his shoulder, he loudly decreed,
“I guess some folks just never learned how to read.”
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 7/23/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a poem about being in a tough spot.