Nothin’ quite like an old red truck

To let the miles and the minutes slip away

Miss Foxy doesn’t have any seat belts

They weren’t a thing back then

And she doesn’t drive as fast as she used to

But there’s no hurry

We’ll get there when we do

Where is there?

Why, there is just there

Any old where!

As long as it’s just us two…

It’ll give me plenty of time to sing

As the wind lets loose my hair

And think the thoughts

The gentle ones about which I truly care…

Taught myself to drive standard in this very truck

And That, brings me Joy!

But…Miss Daisy is an altogether different tale.

There’s room in the front for me

Plus one more

Will it be the Juice Box or Dear Dobby do?

George Bilbo Bumpus got to go last time

Climb in

Scootch over now

More than that

No, you may not sit in my lap while I drive

Yes, I know my window is down

Here, let me get yours too

See, I knew it

You just wanted to hang your head out

Pretending you can fly

Your ears look funny when they flap like that

Don’t slobber on the other cars passing by

It’s not polite

The bed is empty now

as we venture forth into the day

We’ll fill it soon enough

With treasured memories that we make along the way

Or…if you get very very wet and dirty at the lake

I’ll put You back there

And not think twice about it

That’s right,

I most certainly would!

Sit still while I open the gate

I’m watching you

Keep your nosey nose out of those snacks

They’re for later

In the shade of that grand oak tree

You know the one,

His branches reach every which way

Gently and strong

Holding those who call him home

I know right?!

The bestest place ever

To drift into the sunset

And let all the warmth and color

Rest upon your face…

What do you mean, why didn’t I say so?

I just did!

Ok, ok, I’m ready too

No, we won’t miss it

We have all the time in the world…

Miss Foxy is warmed up now

Wanna go for a ride?

****

ellie894 September 28, 2018

43 thoughts on “Trucks and Stuff”

  1. When I was a young teen in rural Virginia in the 1980s, we had a ’58 Chevy pickup we called Red, which we took to the woods on weekends or down to the river. How I wish we still had that truck. If I could sit on that bench seat behind that big steering wheel, I’d be 16 all over again.

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  6. I’ve had trucks and I’ve had dogs. Big and little versions of both. Your story captured the feelings when those two favorites come together from nose out the window to stinky pup rides in the back. See… trucks and stuff are popular. Now I have to take my emerging role as muse seriously. It’s a lot of responsibility and you probably don’t want to hear of my next idea which involves yoga pants. 😀

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    1. 😃 I’m so happy to hear from you and that you liked it! I was anxious for you to read it. I rather stole the title from you of course, hope you don’t mind. You were right..,people do like trucks and stuff! And not too mushy. Yes, be careful what you say out there now that you’re a muse. 😂 an ode to yoga pants! Thank you so much! Take care 😊

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  11. When I saw the image of the red truck and read those very first lines, what appeared in my mind was the scenes from the film The Madison County. As I was reading through the poem, I realised that it was a different story. You made me smile wide with those funny lines. “ Your ears look funny when they flap like that” in particular 😊 A lovely read Suzanne ❤️

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