(This one doesn't actually count, since I wrote it this morning, but it's inspired on yesterday's 250 mile drive home from Redding)

Parade of box vans
Sporting varied liveries
Speed along the road.
Vultures atop the billboards
Ponder morsels zooming by.

One scoop at a time
The aerial sand loader
Loads up the dump truck.
Just how many bucketfuls
Are in my backyard sandbox?

Green plastic soldiers
Man miniature weapons
defending the town,
never suspecting the true
threat is the city's builder.

Purple dune buggy
Zooming across the sandbox
Bounds into the air
Except where the big grader
Has made things flat and boring.

Silhouetted black
against the dwindling daylight
the crane forlornly
surveys the ruined city.
Tomorrow we build again.

The tanker trundles
slowly across my city.
Once at the depot
shall we fill with lemonade
or cherry Kool-Aid today?

Brightly colored planes
race to reach the runway first.
Air traffic control
is no match for determined
imaginary pilots!

The Rocket Space Car
zooms through the streets of my town.
Is it aliens
or perhaps time travelers?
I have not decided yet.

Rotating slowly,
the tiny drum makes concrete
to pour foundations.
If I push the truck faster
will my city grow taller?

The green and yellow
tractor excavates furrows
in our garden loam.
I gently plant tiny seeds
and feel like a real farmer.

missed yesterday, bother.
This one is inspired by an antique toy that belongs to my husband Andy and memories of planting carrots with my Dad.