Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Farm Truck


Trucks are an amazing species of automobile

With a variety of sizes, shapes and number of wheels.

The one I favor, we’ve all seen

Is the slightly worn farmer’s machine.

Now some trucks are impeccable, not a speck of dust to be found.

Some trucks are fixed up for show and racing, not for driving around.

The farmer’s truck, however, is unmatched in the ring.

With custom features, amazing paint and questionable dings.

The inside will most likely have spit cups, feed sacks, & old hay string.

On the dash will be a set of fencing pliers, some Chewing tobacco, & a John Deere O Ring.

In the back window is a cattle prod, a lasso & an old 410

Behind the seat there is a chainsaw blade and a latch off the old chicken pen.

Now the back of the truck stirs a different emotion

The smell and looks shows the truck’s undying devotion.

Old cow feed has fermented in the corners.

There is a shovel, a chain and a set of dehorners.

Hydraulic oil, herbicide, diesel fuel & what looks like a wooly bear,

Have sloshed together to form the EPA’s worst nightmare.

There is a gooseneck ball welded to the bed,

That has been pasted down for generations that he found in his shed.

Now the truck is most likely a couple different color shades,

Because of paint, mud, 1/2” of Dust and other decay.

Now this truck may rattle and shake a bit,

But crossing the ditches has been hell on the muffler kit.

The truck is a regular at the feed store and coffee shop,

Most likely a dog rides in it when they are checking crops.

Now you may wonder why anyone would drive that,

But it takes a certain kind with a certain cowboy hat.

The kind that goes out into the rainy night

to pull a calf with only the beams of his head lights.

That ole truck is in charge of moving a lot of stuff across this ole course,

Like a neighbor’s broken down car or a grandson’s new horse.

That truck has stopped on the road to jump off a stranger’s car,

And on cattle working days, has become an eating bar.

Never judge a man by the looks of his ole truck,

You might need a ride one day, when you run out of luck.

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