1959 Ford

by James W. Spain, II


The old red truck
sits rusting in the pasture now.
Since Dad has passed away
the memories often return
and I see that truck
when it is was not so old.
That was decades ago,
so many memories untold.
Trips to the hardware store
on a Saturday morn,
passing folks on the road,
Dad letting me blow the horn.
Dressed in flannel shirts
and baseball caps.
Picking up lumber at the mill
to build the shed out back.
That truck is a fond memory
of my Dad.
The loving relationship
and close times we once had.
The old red truck
sits rusting in the pasture now.

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