Riding down country roads
to local farms on a Saturday
with my granddad
to see equipment auctions
as the old boys cashed in
Standing there in bib overalls or Dickies
with their dark glasses on
smoking pipes and cigars
they'd talk politics or crops
their deep voices rumbling quietly
I was enthralled...listening to the auctioneer
rattle off prices at breakneck speed
for a Farmall tractor going once
Sold to the man in front...
Or grandpa would take me with him
to the local VFW Post 6464
on Thursday evenings
to play Euchre with his friends
I'd bring along a few dog-eared
Reader's Digest magazines to read
Yours to keep
Our shadows walk in the sunlight, side by side
A quiet moment of comfort,
In shade we slip into each others arms
And hold each other, to keep us safe
The soles of our shoes are torn and old
But our souls have shed their old goodbyes
Because now were home, wherever that is,
Its home if its with you my dear.
I want to take you so far away
To places we dream of through books and maps,
Well adventure together and explore the world,
Write our names on Veronas walls.
Youll drive me home in the dead of night
And Ill fall asleep in the passenger seat
Listening to all our favourit
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That fav was well earned! Your "Old Boys" piece is very nicely written and instantly evokes a sense of emotion and appreciation. Old Boys is very deserving of a DD. Well done! And thanks very much for the compliment!