Polk City Picker

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Joined July 2011

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1940 Ford Panel Truck
Canon 5D Mark 2, 24-105mm 1:4 lens. Photoshop CS5

THE POLK CITY PICKER a drive by poem by Flyrod

With his old Ford Panel Truck beat-up and blue
Wheeling and dealing was all he ever knew

A man in search of bargains who always liked to dicker
They knew him everywhere as the Polk City Picker

He drove the back roads all across the Midwest
Some folks liked to see him, others saw him as a pest

He saw an old farm across an open field
What kind of treasures do those buildings have concealed

An old dairy barn that was full of rusted gold
It was how he made a buck and it never got old

A dilapidated shed with a roof that was sagging
An old hound dog with his tail up and wagging

He drove to the house and he knocked on the door
This might be just the place that he was looking for

He said, “Howdy Mister” and he showed the guy a flyer
“If you got some stuff to sell I might just be a buyer”

The farmer was a hoarder and he didn’t want to sell
But his wife saw it different and she really gave him hell

She said, “sell it all now or I’ll set it all on fire”
He said. “Yes dear” so he wouldn’t draw her ire

While digging through the barn he found a Mobil gas sign
An Indian motorcycle and an old beer stein

The Picker said, “Would a thousand dollar bill buy all this”
It’s just a bunch of stuff that you’re never going to miss

The farmer said “no” but his wife said “yes”
“It’s a damn good start to cleaning up this mess”

They loaded up the Ford and the Picker drove away
The farmer kicked the dirt because he didn’t know what to say

One man’s junk is another man’s treasure
But getting it cheap was the ultimate pleasure

When it comes to getting rich there are ways that are quicker
But don’t tell that to the man they call the Polk City Picker

Artwork Comments

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