Passing a memory today doing seventy-five on the interstate,
Old pickup where have you gone? Wondering what was your fate?
Pondering about what happened, I questioned if it could have been you,
If it was, you looked old and ragged, faded paint, with a dent or two.
Last time we had made a run to the mountains was 39 years ago,
Four wheeling through another Colorado Autumn of mud and snow.
You could not keep up while puffing a white burnt oil type of mist,
The Ford emblem on your hood was bent and had a slight rusty twist.
You had been born in 1967- I bought you the day I got my license in 1976,
You were 9 years old and on that day of the purchase and now mine to fix.
Adding a 4 inch lift kit, roll bar, shiny chrome rims with wide and oversized tires,
You became my mountain machine with everything this cowboy’s heart desires.
One last hill I finally lost sight of the 1967 Ford F100 that might have been you,
Old pickup where have you gone? Memories you and I had seen and been through.
When you came to be mine, we had the same outlaw country musical appreciation,
With Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson playing on the local country music station.
We four wheeled above timberline and the continental divide more than a few times,
Going above and beyond where no man had been in those Rocky Mountain climbs.
You witness the times when my heart fell in love with Suzie and then Kellie Shawn,
As we made teenage romance on your seat and then talked until the early dawn.
Standing by silently as Kellie Shawn and I made love just inside the horses’ tack room,
And the many times we went Honky Tonkin’ you sat in the cold just outside the barroom.
You were my only friend when Kellie Shawn and I called our forever young love quits,
You, and the mountain trails in the high mountain air help to keep my sanity and wits.
Old pickup where have your gone? Were your new owners good to you?
Did they still take you to the high country for the forever mountain views?
I had forgotten about you in the many years that have passed and gone by,
In good times and bad times how my old pickup was my only ally.
Thinking back old pickup, I cannot remember the day you and I parted ways,
Seeing what might have been you, I remember back to those good ole’ days.
Kurt James © 2018
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