Senator

Senator

He drove an old green truck,

  That he stopped was just my luck.

Then he offered me a ride,

  And I gladly climbed inside.

I knew that old truck weren’t much,

  With grinding gears and slipping clutch.

We made our way to Havre town,

  Where he showed me around.

He pointed out the Silver Dollar,

  Where the cowboys hoot and holler.

He warned me ‘bout Nixon’s plan,

  To take the freedom from this land.

JFK was the man for him,

  But the margin would be slim.

In High School, he trucked no fools,

  Always fought those stupid rules.

Thought he’d give Debate a try.

  Quanbeck was our Civics guy,

 Stood up for our Union Rights,

    Took the team to new heights.

On the stage, he acted well,

  At oration he was swell.

Then came the time to part ways,

  Joined the Corps in my malaise.

Came on home in Sixty-Six,

  Didn’t fit with college cliques.

Spent my nights drinkin’ beer,

  Without a clue why I was here.

He put me on a better road,

  Signed me up, a full load.

At night he toiled at GN Shops,

  Where the Builder often stops.

And while he was there, what the heck,

  He even put up with old Joe Zeck.

How he did it, I don’t know,

  He weren’t nor ordinary Joe.

If you need a friend that’s true,

  Lawrence Black is the one for you.

LDT March 7, ‘25

Happy Birthday Lawrence!