The Saga of Levi – The Truck Slinger by C. J. Andrew

The Saga of Levi – The Truck Slinger by C. J. Andrew

The truck slingin’ hombre stood tall above the wooden toy box ,
A paper crown of golden hue hid the cowboy’s mowed down locks.
His name was Levi, the truck-slingin’ boy,
and he was the sheriff of these here toys.

The planes and trains trembled in fear, the cars and trucks scrambled for shade,
Beneath stuffed toys far and near with which his sisters often played.
When Levi came to town, ev’ry toy would shudder and cower,
His law and order he laid down upon those feisty hours.

His hands were a crane scooping its victims despite their fancied cries,
Some called him hero, an angel who cared, of that no one denies.
Yet many would lose a faulty limb from a fall or a reckless crash,
And suffer the fate of a sudden thump landing them straight in the trash.

His name was Levi, the truck-slingin’ king with swagger and strut his crown he would fling,
The toys dreaded unaware of their fate as he lifted them coolly out of the crate.
Tucked into bed a full day behind, trucks in one hand and blanket aligned,
His yawn as wide as the Rio Grande, asleep with dreams of tomorrow’s plans.+
His parents taught him to walk in God’s light,
Be kind to his sisters and never fight,
To show love for his toys with blessings galore,
His trucks were not far from the ones he adored.

Grandma and grandpa, his cousins and friends,
Aunts and uncles, and the love they would send,
Softened his heart towards the toys on the mend,
Tempered his nature, compassion to lend.

It was trucks and cars, dozers and trains,
Hugging both sides come sunshine or rain.
A gentle grip for shielding his friends,
Solemn vow to protect to the end.

Levi, Defender, a soother with songs, many a hymn would he hum the day long,
Intent was his job to tend all his stock just as the Lord watches over His flock.
A shield at his side, sword readied to fight, Levi befitted the shining white knight,
For the frail he became outspoken, champion of the damaged and the broken.

His trucks became many an armful to hold,
They shared his affection and love overflowed.
Surrounded by sisters, four girls in a row,
It was play all their games or off he would go.

So Levi, the cowboy, in the corner alone, planted the seeds for a town that had grown,
He talked to his cars, trucks, tractors and rigs, surrounded by the horses, the cows and some pigs.
As Levi spent his time to create, they all found their use, they all had their place,
His world became the sounds and the sights, his dreams transformed into highways and lights.
A sudden appearance, the girls in surprise begged Levi to play with no compromise,
Known to say ‘no’ when he meant ‘yes’, he finally gave in to their squealing request.
A secret smile he shared in his pride, unseen was the youngest who snuck by his side,
to snatch from the treasure, attention adrift, and run to mommy with arms uplift.

The trucks for consent now Levi does beg to play demo using the patio door,
Smash go the cars as they kiss the couch leg or tumble the stairs to the living room floor.
Viking hat, cape, and sword flung to the rug when his daddy and mommy sneak an attack,
Amorous moments with loving hugs shooting kisses and tickling the small of his back.

Turning into a Bible’s great hero, David with slingshot in search of the giant,
Goliath we’d play and a rock he would throw as he climbed up our legs defiant,
Making his sounds when it struck with a blow, to our backs like a sack we would drop,
Then with a turn Levi proudly would go after pleading for mercy to stop.

So this is the saga of the truck-slinging boy,
Levi, the hombre, his trucks, trains and toys.
The legend surrounded by family who show,
Levi the way for his spirit to grow.