The Man I Presume to be Buck

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A story of times past and forgotten souls.

The Man I Presume to be Buck

The road ahead is long and dusty

The scenery ain’t much to talk about

Two cows lying under a shade tree

A sway backed horse grazing in the dry field

Several buzzards circling in the distance

The 1936 Chevy chugs ahead with an occasional

cough from its engine as if protesting the dust.

The faded sign by the roadside reads Centerville 20 miles.

An old abandon farm can be seen in the distance.

Implements and an old Ford PU rusting in the yard.

Windows long ago broken by local bored youth.

The Chevy chugs by the old house

and the rear view mirror projects an eerie image

as if someone were watching from within.   

   An old mailbox lies on its side with the flag raised

as if to signal that mail is to be picked up.

Next to the mailbox is a child’s broken tricycle.

A few miles down the dirt road on the left

Is the entrance to a deserted ranch.

The sign over the rotting wood fence reads Circle K.

A barn with the roof collapsed stands guard.

The Chevy backfires and continues down the road.

A painted sign by the roadside reads Bucks Place ahead

Gasoline and cold drinks.

Some two more miles and Bucks Place comes into view.

An old 1920’s Texaco sign with a big star marks the entrance.

The Chevy halts with a sad groan by the one and only pump.

Buck is nowhere to be seen.

A Coca Cola cooler sets in front of the dilapidated building.

Inside are one bottle of coke and one bottle of cream soda.

Inside the building the counter display contains

a package of Wrigley’s gum and a Baby Ruth candy bar

accompanied by a single package of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

Suddenly, the one I assume to be Buck emerges

from a back room rubbing his eyes to clear

the remnants of an early afternoon nap.

He grunts slightly as he brushes by to attend to the Chevy.

I choose the cream soda from the cooler and take a few sips.

It clears the dust from my throat but does little to relieve my thirst.

I pull my last twenty dollar bill from my wallet and hand it

to the man I presume to be Buck.

He takes it and shuffles inside soon returning with my change.

Without a word being said I climb into the Chevy and depart

watching in my rear view mirror as Buck disappears into the crumbling building.

As the Chevy chugs on my thoughts turn to all the back roads of America

and I wonder how many guys named Buck are out there

serving as sad sentries to a life that has passed them by.

 

©Copyright 2009 Charlie Gragg      

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stellar commented on The Man I Presume to be Buck

01-07-2010

wow...hats off to u...very photographic mind...I enjoy the descriptive writing...u captured the atmosphere very well...^_^ v

Hampton

01/07/2010

Thanks. I enjoyed the write as well.

dahlusion commented on The Man I Presume to be Buck

10-13-2009

A prize-winning tale told with vivid imagery that takes the reader into Buck's soul. Brings me back to a childhood of lazy summer days along the Mohawk River hanging with the Hobos and drinking Coke, fishing, and catching copper head snakes, snapping turtles, and sunburns. Bravo!!

Hampton

10/13/2009

Thank you Dah.

tenderpoison commented on The Man I Presume to be Buck

10-13-2009

very well written Charlie! nostalgia at its finest. 10

Hampton

10/13/2009

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.

Gertrude commented on The Man I Presume to be Buck

10-13-2009

This brought back memories of going through this little town while driving to Florida, but the people weren't sad. They enjoyed the simple things in life even if it wasn't the best of the best. I like this writing and I look forward toreading more.

Hampton

10/13/2009

Thank you very much for reading and your comments.

jademelissa74 commented on The Man I Presume to be Buck

10-13-2009

Buck removed the masks of life that puzzle and limit our progress in the journey toward contentment, inner peace and the tranquility we all yearn for. He has shown that simplicity is more, perhaps, than simply letters on a page. It holds a message clear, no incongruity to confuse the senses now or yesterday..... The imagery that you used to craft this masterpiece is incredibly exquisite. You are such a powerful writer. I love the "simplicity" that this poem shares. Amazing write!

Hampton

10/13/2009

Your kind words warm my heart. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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