Ode To My Friend

An ode to a great friend, Shadow is his name. We hunted deer in the fall but trucking was our game. Years on the road, running Canada and the U.S To have anyone in that truck, simply put he was the best. He would listen as I talked of home, as we would roll through the night. Now it's harder than ever to look over to the empty seat to my right. Making me laugh as he would howl, when I sang to some old song. His head out the window looking for a smile, which never took too long. Countless memories we will have, and I'll always hold near. Companionship for so many miles and year after year. So keep an ear out for me boy, as you play in your new hunting grounds. One day I'll be riding over the rim,and will be calling. When it's my turn to come around.