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DAD'S TRUCK
The old
truck sits there today,
Faded and torn, but not forgotten,
Memories galore, its an inspiration,
A keepsake from Grampie, with us still.
A farm
truck she was, carrying her share of critters,
Maybe some trash--a load of grain or two,
Something from a farm auction, treasures all,
She knew the way by heart to the Tuesday sale,
Or towards a junk sale, on down the road,
More important though, good times are remembered.
Dad and his
cronies, fishin' pals all,
Gone now but leaving a lot to ponder,
Yeah, old Bill, he sure loved those fish,
Uncle Harry, spin-casting a fly from his easy chair,
Guy too, another of the crowd gathered round'.
What fun it
was to be invited along,
Into their circle, those fishin' buddies,
A real experience you know, to sit and listen,
To soak in the lore, or pass off a good-natured insult,
The food
too, treats to recall,
Smoked trout, or perhaps a crappie or two,
Sage-brush spuds, and coffee from the old black kettle,
They knew it all, those old cronies!
A few trips
bring back special memories,
A cold winter day at Grays Landing,
Boy, did that black-pot coffee taste good!
Dog Creek, if no other fishin' hole came to mind,
Who's to overlook Magic Dam, or Fish Creek and Little Wood,
Or, the Hagerman Ponds for a short trip.
So there
she lingers, just waiting for a hand,
Someone to gas up and give her a tune,
New tires and a battery we know,
Patch the seat and a new windshield too.
Rarin' to
go, bypassed for a shiny new model,
A little tender-lovin' care is all that's needed,
She could still find her way to the fishin' holes!
Or maybe to a garage sale for new treasures.
Yes, Dad's
old truck sure carries her share of memories,
Take time to listen as she talks to you,
Forget the daily grind and LET'S GO FISHIN'!
Donovan
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| Before Restoration |
Dad 1951 |
Oster Lakes A Favorite Fishing Hole |
Restoration in Progress |
Patrick 3 Nov. 2008 |