In the night air distance, I see an 18 wheeler parked
along side the road.
It's yellow decorative lights glowing so proud and bold.
I bet that trucker is tired and is taking a nap,
with his only friend along for the ride, a cb mic
in his lap.
I wonder if he's dreaming of being at home,
instead of sitting above tires and brightly polished chrome.
As we wakes and finds a stale cup of coffee from the previous day,
engine running, smoke stack flowing as he reaches for his gears, and
off on his way.
As I watch him drive down the road thru what looks like a long night,
I pray for his safety as he slowly fades from my sight.
Cybergal
The ROAD is LONG
Discussion in 'Road Stories' started by Cybergal, Feb 15, 2007.
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Nice!! Very nice!!
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Excellent poem. Two thumbs up.
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Great poem! After reading it, I could almost picture the rear trailer lights fading away down that dark road. What a sombersome sight.
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Awesome.........I got my bic lighter lit..........
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very nice, cybergal! kinda puts it all into perspective. truckers sacrifice much to bring this country goods and services.
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Nice, I have added it to the Trucker Poems section of this website! Kind words!
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