Truckers' and Others Poems & Poetry

They travel cross our land at night From coast to coast they are a site They're large and tall and long and sleek Can travel coast to coast within a week They work for their owners that have a need

Those old white lines, are slowly fading on this old highway, that I roam there's no street signs, no map is needed this big rigs headed, on its way home There's no cargo, no not this time

As a Traveler who spends most of my life Heading somewhere down the road, The destination is not the point It's the journey, or so I'm told. I, for one, set off fresh I venture out to explore.

He cooks and cleans without a fuss Watches the kids and cleans and dusts He dresses them in their best clothes And even wipes their runny nose When they need help he's there you see

I've fallen in love with a man of the road. Driving hard everyday to deliver a load. The miles are hard when we are apart. For I never dreamed this driver would steal my heart. I've cooked for drivers many a meal. Met a lot of nice drivers, and talked a great deal. Many have come and gone away. I still wonder how they are today. A lot of them lonely, yearning for home. Tired of the road and being alone. Missing their children, and their wife. Being a driver isn't an easy life. I pray God watches over my driver while he's away. May he also watch over yours each, and every day!

The Trucker's Report is a Great Website to See, There is INFO for Trucker's and Trucker's to be. The Message Board in itself has News, Discussions, and fun going on, A place you can visit or become a Member from dusk till dawn.

This poem is for my husband whom I've been married to for almost seven years, seven years of hardships. Started driving OTR in September and it's been hard on us. Here's to the love of my life...

The big long road is silent, big wheels no longer turning round. The few out there still rollin’, Are now headed homeward bound. And in the local truck stop amid the families so few,

In the middle of nowhere, with miles left to go The car died right there in the heavy falling snow. Just a single mother, with my daughter of just one And her dearest older brother, my toddler of a son.

Here it is mid-moring climbing into old eighty-nine, Just got my dispatch and its time to head on down the line. I hate this truck more and more each mile, The fun is fading now along with my smile.

THE WIFE OF A TRUCK DRIVER IS A HARD WAY. YOU WATCH FOR HIM DAY AFTER DAY. THE LOAD MUST ARRIVE ON TIME NO MATTER WHAT NO EATING OR SLEEPING HE GIES IT ALL HE'S GOT. THE "RIG" IS HIS WOMAN--SHE GETS HIM THERE.

Truck drivers are a strange bunch what most call adversity we call lunch!! You see I'm truck driver man I'm a star everyone wants to be me everyone want to be like me You see I'm truck driver man

Now I lay me down to sleep, my big rig parked in the street. If it should start to roll before I wake Please Dear Lord, step on the brake. Amen Copyright ©2005 T-Bear

I would not want more pay, But then again I’ve been driving another Sunday. Driving along this open road, Seeing lots but not a toad made from this load. In my 40 tonner I’ve drove all-day

A trucker pulled into a country truck stop, And called a gal he knew as a teen many years ago. “What a surprise,” she said, “Sure, you’re close, Seattle’s only a 4 hour drive from Othello…”