All the tyres need air, and the cab’s showing rust

The turntables are cracked and pitted and scarred

Where they’re lying on pallets out there in the yard.

The trailers are standing out under the trees

And are slowly decaying all covered with leaves

They’re weathered and worn and the paint is all gone

The name of the company, no more lingers on.

The trip meter no longer can tally the miles

And the speedo is silent, it hasn’t worked for a while

The horns on the cab are all pitted with rust

And the dash is all covered with the Territory dust.

The old truck just lies there and won’t move again

To cart the prime cattle from runs on the plains

Or freight from ‘The Isa’ to the railhead by the Todd

But men who drive trucks will give him the nod.

Old Harry has now retired from his life on the road

Yes, fifty long years and never needed the goad

But the memories flow back of the long miles he drove

And the mates that he knew on that great northern road.

The club members meet each month and everyone is welcome. The meetings are held in the Club Mudgee, first floor in room 2. 

On the second Tuesday of the moth at 12pm to 3pm. For more information visit mudgeevalleywriters.wordpress.com

“We encourage members to think of and try fun and creative writing ideas at the meetings.”

Submissions welcome for The Ink Spot. Please send to PO Box 356 Mudgee or email j.baggett@bigpond.com