My Name

My name
It is the trees that cover that peak
It is the rivers that flow over the mountain side
It is the creatures that live there in peace
It is the flicker of pink on the clouds as the sun goes down
It is the moonlight on the mountain
My name
It is a dashboard
It is that stifling new-truck-smell
It is air coming through the windows
It is a very first experience through the mud
It is the shine of a good car wash

My father loved the Sierra Mountains
My mother loved the Sierra truck