by Mary J Dressel, Sep 10, 2008
A wife's observation of a long-haul trucker's job.
You roll along on bumpy road,
Listening to stories already told.
Your big-rig bounces and takes the lead,
To warn others to watch their speed.
Coffee stops, french fries, a nap or two,
Then heading back out beneath skies of blue.
Beautiful horizons, sunsets, and skylines,
Still become special moments in time.
Nighttime finds you looking for rest,
But there's always another hill to crest.
Exit signs, mile markers, too,
Make you wonder why you do what you do.
Hours later you finally climb down from that rig,
Thankful for the end of a three day gig.
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