Traveling On

You don’t know who they are,
As you drive on in your car.
They are long and sleek,
Your four wheeler is so meek.
Compared to those trucks,
Cars are like a baby ducks.
If a CB you have,
It can cut your trip in half.
Someone to talk to,
When the driving has you feeling blue.
CB chatter,
many a girl it may flatter.
On the old CB,
You yourself can be.
No one knows the score,
the troubles and pains you store.
You’re a voice in the box,
No one is looking under rocks.
For your safety they are aware,
No better drivers anywhere.
When you run with a truck,
Always consider it good luck.

Copyright ©2004 Phyllis Garland

By Samuel Barradas.