Twas the Night Before the Show.
T’was the night before the show, when all through the shop
The wrenches were flying, but then… when do they stop?
The tractors were strapped on the trailer with care,
Except for the B which needs painted… right there.
The toolbox is loaded, I carry it still,
I hope I don’t need it, but probably will.
My son in his overalls and me in my cap,
Were changing the oil in an old piece of crap.
When out in the drive there arose such a clatter,
I ran from the shop to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
Tripped over a tire and went down on my… uh… butt.
The moon had just begun to rise in the East,
It gave luster to the fine load of beasts.
When, what to my excited eyes should appear,
But the Fex-Ex guy… Hey, my new parts are here!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be old Nick.
More rapid than eagles his curses they came,
And he griped and complained and he called his job lame.
We counted the boxes till all were in hand,
The filters and gaskets and new oil pan.
Then Nick shook my hand and said, “well that’s it,
I’ll see you next time with a new load of… uh… stuff.”
Now Speedex and PK and Wheelhorse and Deere.
Panzer and Bantam and Massey and Sears.
They’re packed on the trailer, from ramp to front wall,
I promised my son we would take them all.
And then, with a shutter, I heard from the shop
The strain of one cranking and then a loud pop.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Out walked my son, with a look of astound.
He was all dressed in denim, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all covered in ashes and soot.
Little did I know, that while I was unloading
My son had tried to get the new project going.
My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, so merry!
I was proud as a peacock, the tradition he’ll carry!
His young mouth was curled all up in a smile,
We’ve been trying to make that thing run for a while.
The old spark plug he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
His face took on a very smug look,
As he held up the plug and said “this is all it took!”
He was dirty and grinning as he leaned on the shelf,
And I couldn’t help but notice he was much like myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
We checked on the cooler packed with plastic and glass.
We’ll fill it with ice when we stop to get gas.
We paused and looked up at the stars in the air,
And I realized I forgot to pack both our chairs.
Easy up and camera all charged for our walk,
After all, we must take pictures for GTtalk!
My son asked “Should we take the new one still gruff?”
I looked and said, “no, I think eight is enough.”
To all of you out there who relate to this poem,
May you have great times and safe trips home.
May you enjoy great food and keep cool in the heat,
But may your best memories be of the people you meet.
Edited by David Brown, October 01, 2012 - 10:02 AM.