AN OLD PICKUP TRUCK

She pulled into the driveway
In her old blue pick up truck
She seldom made it over here
Out of gas or out of luck.

Just got a brand new battery
A new muffler and new tail lights
No matter what she tried to do
That old clunker never ran right.

Her dad died two years ago
Her mom ten years before
All she had was that old truck
Painted blue with one green door.

The farmhouse where she lived herself
Was five miles down the road
She managed to run a diary farm
How she did it … no one knows.

No husband, friend or roommate
She managed on her own
She worked all day … till it got dark
Lived by herself … there all alone.

A pretty girl, with long blonde hair
Her eyes an emerald green
Always wore a flannel shirt
Her boots and dirty jeans.

She wasn’t here for very long
Was heading into town
Wondered if I’d seen the vet
Or… if he’d been around.

Doc Bradley spent a lot of time
Down at the dairy farm
He recently fell off his horse
Heard he broke his arm.

Said she baked an apple pie
In case he did stop by
It was obvious to most of us
That he had caught her eye.

They seemed to be compatible
He was handsome and quite strong
She needed someone there with her
Now that her dad was gone.

They married and seemed happy
They had three kids and a dog
Heard they got six goats and geese
A pony and a hog.

She still drives her old blue truck
Back and forth to town
It takes her where she wants to go
All she needs …. to get around.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories. View all posts by Patty Richardson