Into the white out he drove,

Confident in his 4x4’s ability,

Full tank of fuel, plenty of heat,

He thought this trip was gonna be kind of neat…

The snow got deeper,

In his memory, he thought this storm a keeper,

Little did he know that just over his shoulder,

Was another following him, it was the grim reaper…

Drove he did for a hundred or so miles,

Okay, so he may have lost some of his smiles,

But his car still ran with perfection,

He crossed a place with a camera in the intersection,

That’s the last he was seen, nor was his car found,

Maybe from this earth he lost his connection…?