Old Red

by

Phil Pochurek

Old Red waited near by
On bended knees
And watched me work.
Just as he always had
For the twenty short years we
Had been together.
Reliable as rain.
He never let me down
Never complained, never tired.
Patiently he waited with arms outstretched
He was always ready to go.
To work on demand
To take my hands that he knew so well
And do the work, carry the load
Without a slip without a break
His grain raised from years of sweat, from toil
To meet my grip, my style of work.
He always led the way, and I followed
No matter the load, no matter the road
We walked together over many a mile.
Just the thought of Old Red
Makes me smile.
And remember all the times we shared.
The jobs we’d done.
The places we’d been
Working hand in handle
Rubber to road, muscle to load
Until it was time to go.
There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do.
Whenever there was a job for a strong arm and a shovel
There was one for my wheelbarrow too
Old Red

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