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1951 Willys Jeep

Back then, it was our only means of transportation
You see, It was Mom, Dad and me
On an old ranch in New Mexico, where raid drops never fell
Most of the time it got us to our destination
It's old paint job was a faded blue, it would seat three
That little old Jeep had been through some Hell

Had a canvas top, went half way to the back
A long crack in the wind shield , that I made with my head
Flat head four cylinder engine, with guts of a mule
And cow feed, it hauled a many a sack
I don't know, Dad always wanted to paint it red
Year later, I used to drive it to school

The spare tire, most of the time it did not have one
The other tires, varied on the amount of rubber they had
Three speed transmission, four wheel drive, go most anywhere
Easy to work on, anyone could make it run
It was like a horse for my Dad
Sometimes the little old thing just ran on a prayer

It was a vehicle that had many uses
Could be a horse and turned into a family car
It cost $500 and ours to keep
Never let us down or made any excuses
It was out shining star
That little old 1951 Willys Jeep

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Carrie Richards October 31, 2009 at 8:13 AM This brought back such memories!! When I was a newlywed, my husband's family gave us an old jeep just like the one you described. We were so dirt poor starting out, we were thrilled to have any vehicle at all!! This jeep had been used on a walnut ranch where my husband grew up. He was in college when we married, so we drove this beat up jeep all over the city those early days of marriage. I always had wind-blown hair in those days!!! Loved your poem!! ~ Carrie

Sara Kendrick October 31, 2009 at 3:04 AM Interesting vehicle. Keep writing. Sara