Old Pickup Where Have You Gone?

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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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s family roots were from western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years, Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographers through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado featured his poetry. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 16 books all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand, Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry, are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt has 3 books that he is currently writing. The 8th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Raphael Eye for an Eye. His third ghost town reference book, Kansas Ghost Towns, Hauntings, Treasure Tales, and Other BS. And a western/horror novel - Devil’s Tower Spirit of Chiha Tanka. Kurt is a proud member of Western Writers of America.

10 thoughts on “Old Pickup Where Have You Gone?

  • August 26, 2018 at 7:44 PM

    I loved this, Kurt, and the memories it evokes. I often wonder what happened to my old vehicles, and even the houses that I lived in. Often, I guess it’s better not to know. Well done.

    • August 27, 2018 at 2:10 AM

      Whenever I travel to South Dakota I always go out of my way to visit the house my first wife and I had bought and where my kids grew up. Good and bad memories draw me there. It is what makes us human.

  • August 26, 2018 at 10:25 PM

    Great visuals, I can see you clearly with your girlfriends driving around in your Ford Pick-Up truck. It sure brings back many memories of my own when I did the same in my 57 Chevy, boy those were the days for sure. A lot of young loving going on for sure and holding hands while speeding down the dusty off roads and secondary’s. You penned it well my friend, I saw it all:-)) Cheers

    • August 27, 2018 at 2:13 AM

      If there was no young love, there would be no memories. It would be a wasted life I think. Thanks for stopping Vincent. Glad it could bring back a few memoires for you as well.

  • August 31, 2018 at 1:24 PM

    Well your first mistake was getting a Ford. Lol. I’m a Chevy guy always have been. Anyway nicely penned my friend. Funny how we remember certain things with such emotion. Nice work.

    • September 1, 2018 at 5:11 PM

      Chevy Paul? Now we can not be friends?… haha Thanks for stopping by as for being a Chevy guy versus a Ford guy – in my life I have been a Ford, Chevy, and Dodge man at different time of my life and just like a wayward beautiful woman they have all disappointed me. Right now I am a “Jeep” man…

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