Left Behind

When you get beyond the city and the prairie grass starts to surround your camper or SUV, These old trucks begin to emerge from their hidden corners.  Sometimes behind a corn crib or tucked in with a rusty hay baler or at the edge of a field of wheat.  They stand alone, a shadowy reminder of days gone by and you wonder, why haven’t they been hauled away and recycled?  I suspect that they are still around because the farmer can’t bring himself to part with an old friend.  One who shared the labor of building a life out here where you had to be determined and tough.  Just like this old truck. 

The world has speeded up and left this baby behind unfortunately, but there are still a few of us who remember and appreciate the small farm life they represent.  The simplicity, honesty, and guts to get up every morning, knowing that there is a 14 hour day ahead.  The truck always starts just like you.