Built To Last


What's wrapped up

In this bright truck

Is more than eyes can see.

Its memories

Brought back to life,

With orange paint

and black upholstery.

Step up in the cab.

Slide into the seat.

Sit back and get ready

For a mechanical treat.

Turn the key.

Switch the gear.

Drive into a dream

Of yesteryear.

The tires whine.

The engine roars.

The road feels so close,

But the spirit soars.

Suddenly cruizin' along

With nothin' in mind.

A way to escape

The day to day grind.

The engine still hums

A song from the past.

In ‘51,

Trucks were built to last.

by Darlene Pierman

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