Ode to an Old Grill

Ode to an Old Grill

Once shiny and majestic, the years have taken their toll on you.

You once held a coveted place in the backyard, waiting for the arrival of the evening or weekend.

When propane would flow through your arteries, expelled through the ports of your burner to combust in a beautiful haze of blue flame.

Oh how you served my wife and I well.  Before my wife and I married, she used you to prepare many of her meals.

Before I took over many of the cooking responsibilities.

Now a new grill has taken your place: shiny and black, but without the character that you had.

As I rolled you to the corner, I felt as though I was saying goodbye to an old friend.

No longer used, but not forgotten.