Grandpa’s Old TruckBy: Janette Spencer Sprankle
July 2010
Grandpa’s truck, well it seemed mighty big,
It surely was an enormous huge green rig.
Next to it us kids were all so small,
But it was the best darn truck to make his hauls.
In the back of the truck we’d be so high,
Back then it seemed we were high as the sky.
My dad and us kids would help load it up,
It was fun for us all to be up in the truck.
Sometimes when we were done, Grandpa would say,
“Climb on in”.…. then we’d be on our way.
Off to ‘market’ us few would happily go,
With all the produce in the truck we’d go real slow.
It was fun when Grandpa would say “click-click-click”,
From one red light to the next he’d do a magic trick.
For just as we approached the dreaded red lights,
The magic did happen, the green would pop up bright.
No stopping for us,…no not at all,
On through the intersections we’d go at a steady crawl.
My Grandpa was special cuz’ he could make it happen,
Those of us with him would do a lot of clappin’.
We'd take Beck Street in to the big city,
That turned into 3rd West that got kind of busy.
Pretty soon the Market Place would appear,
Grandpa would sale his stuff and say “we’re out of here”!
It is hard to recall the year, model and make,
If Dad were here he could tell us with no mistake.
I was always so happy when the truck would pull up,
So I could climb up in to my Grandpa’s Old Truck.
