truck

My grandfathers Truck

My grandfather kept his 1948 dream shiny blue truck in the driveway facing the street, with big fenders, thick wheels and rounded shape. Whether is sunny or cloudy, morning or night the truck is always clean and shiny, it is not possible to find a scratch on it. He can tell you a lot of tales that happened with his truck, it might look old but rides like new. This truck means the world to my grandfather because it is the thing he wanted the most at age 17, he wanted to sleep in the truck the first day he got it, and even though he has had other cars, the 1948 truck is still his favorite car. If you ask my grandfather ¿Why do you still have that truck? He would answer because of the memories. Through the years my family has had good times and bad times and the truck is still there in the driveway. It actually survived one of the most devastating hurricanes in Mexico, Gilberto. That truck looks pretty cool and I like my car a lot, so my grandfather inspires me on taking care of my car so i can preserve it as it is. Our family meets every New Year Eve and my grandfather lets his grandsons drive his truck. Some people laugh at this truck because of how old it is, but some others amaze themselves because is really well maintained. My grandfather is a great driver, he never crashed the truck, even though he once tried to race but killed the engine. Sometimes he would buy stuffed dices for the rear view, just like in the old movies. My grandfather says he get his luck from his truck. Through the windshield you can always see a smile in his face and once you go inside the truck, you travel in time.

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Green truck

The green truck

My grandfather`s carrying truck. When my cousins and I were young we usually had many fun climbing my grandfather`s truck. We played all afternoon, our mothers said that it was very dangerous to climb the truck, because it was not safe at all by the sides. This green, huge, and strong truck was always at the front of my grandparent’s house. It usually had anything on it. We imagined that we were pirates, and the big box of the truck was jail. So if someone could climb out, he was escaping and won. My grandfather always talks about his many trucks he has. He can remember each of them and what problems they had, what year he bought them, and to who did he bought them. He has every permition of driving since many years ago. He loved his job, 2 years ago my mother and uncles decided that he couldn’t work any more. I know that it hurts that to my grandfather, because every time someone asks and little question from his past, it always involves his work. That green truck is still working, but no more with my grandfather. That strong truck is with an uncle carrying heavy things. That beautiful truck were we used to play is no more at my grandparents house. I know that it wont take much for the truck to stop working, but my grandfather is very happy that his working equipment was the happiness for us. The truck had many ropes, and with those ropes he told us how to make good resistant knots. That green I haven’t seen it on any other car now a day. This green was special and unique for it. In its doors had the name of my grandfather, and it`s ranch name also. That truck has many hard and aggressive kilometers in it. It is still date that the truck is working hard and having no problems with it.

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A Maize of Listening Ears

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Love

Young love
An old truck
Cornfield with a picnic lunch
Just the two of us
But with friends close
Get away from a crazy world
Getting to know you better
You call it romantic
I just call it life
‘Cause this is how I want to spend the rest of mine

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore

Now I’m not rich
But I get through
Love’s more precious than gold
So this ring
I give to you
Shows you you’re my whole world

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore

Now I told her
If you want me
You’ll find me near God’s side
He’s my best friend and Father too
Now He’s smiling at my bride
Growing old
Growing up
Never seemed so hard
Lot of broken dreams
Broken pride
But I never gave her up

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore

Who knows
Someday down the road
I hope it looks like this
Two rocking chairs
Crowded with kids
And all of them are ours
We work hard
But it’s worth it
To see them grow up strong
And see their mother smiling at me
Wrap her in my arms

Lost in a maize of listening ears
Watching to see what we do
Both our families on our side
Praying to see us through
I want to do this right
Screwed up once before
And I don’t want to go one more night
Without you knowing
Who I adore
You’re my hero

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