Do you remember,
that old green Austin truck,
green and solid rust, busted to bits
resting in retirement
on two stacks of brick.
It took us to the moon and back,
took us flying on the Monte Carlo track.
Inspired dreams of days travelling and rambling
far and wide, you by my side
I was seven you were six,
our first kiss,
in that old green Austin truck.
It’s long gone now to truck heaven,
but when you were six and I was seven
a hundred and one happy surprises,
days of young love and luck.
Do you remember
that old green Austin truck.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com