Be they old or young,
Their sight often brighter than the noon day sun.
They are gifts to us all,
For our survival depends on the loads they haul.
Some seem just to big,
To be on the road with your little rig.
Those big rigs care they get,
Let no one ever that forget.
Inspections are done,
Repeatedly each run.
Weights are to checked,
For the public to Protect.
Logs are by each driver kept,
To insure they have stopped and slept.
They know the road rules,
The how to is learned on the road, not often in schools.
Copyright ©2005 Phyllis Garland
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