My friend Red

Old red truck I feel like writing about you.Tell ya how I do miss our time together.Those trips we took to da Krystal just me and you.Or maybe up to Franklin get us some BBQ.Times where different we where younger.You turned many a head in your prime red truck.All that chrome and fire engine red.That little 302 would really do.You always got me home never did you fail.Many a time I watched in horror as off you went on the back of a rollback wrecker.And those two times you protected me in wrecks.Momma died and you refused to go to the funeral by not cranking on that day.Your way of mourning I like to say.So old red truck my dear friend,hope all is good with you and maybe see ya again some day.

No matter what

This fog I wonder
Is it here to stay
Wake up with fog
Just about everyday

Crows I hear
Talking up a storm
Sitting in the pines
Sound a favorite of mine

Trees are changing
Now brown and green
Weather much cooler
Fall is so keen

Seasons will happen
Even if we're here or not
Life will go on
No matter what