On the back way to town, just across the railroad tracks, is what remains of a great old truck. It must have been sitting in the weeds listening to the trains roll by for many years. Parts have been cannibalized, but the original character remains. The army green on the roof gives clues to its past. It’s rusty patina gives it character. I am sure it has many untold stories that could be shared, if it could talk.

Rugged old truck rusts

surrounded by weeds and brush

Hasn’t run for years

Someone removed a few parts

Just like me // no one sheds tears

*****

Photo: Dwight L. Roth