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Poems About the Trucking Life |
Wednesday's child walks down the road.
The wind is at his back.
Child of woe, walking slow,
All he owns is in his pack.
Wednesday's child walks down the road.
No smile is on his mouth.
In the North the cold winds blow
So he is walking South.
Wednesday's child walks down the road.
I hope he ate today.
He grows smaller in the mirror,
And finally fades away.
Wednesday's child walks down the road,
So sadly and all alone.
I can but say a prayer for him,
As we are heading home
Blue Bell Ice Cream
By Joan Estelle High
©2001
We stopped at a truck stop in the middle of the night.
I was hungry as I could be, I wanted everything in sight.
Searching in their freezer, just to see what I could see.
I spied a pint of Blue Bell, it was looking back at me.
If you have ever been to Texas, you know just what I mean.
It don't get any better than a pint of Chocolate Creme.
It's not for the faint hearted, cause it has got a lot of fat.
If I had to "OD" on something, it don't come no better than
that.
Then a kind and courtly Texan, tells me the secret of this treat.
"Mam you nuke it for a minute, it makes it soft enough to eat"
Now thinking of my partner, I put two spoons down in the sack.
I only meant to share my ice cream , but he wouldn't give it back.
Now the moral of my story, I will pass it along to you.
If you are running with a partner, You better sure as heck buy two.
Trucking Life
by Joan Estelle High
©January 2001
I am a trucker's wife and it is a mighty fine life.
Barreling down the road in the dark of night.
Hanging on for dear life, hoping we don't jackknife.
Watching out the window for the truck stop's light.
I am a trucker's wife and it is a mighty fine life.
Riding through the night on a dark bumpy road.
We're dodging 4 wheelers, missing road barrels,
It's South to San Antonio with an extra hot load.
I am a trucker's wife and it is a mighty fine life.
Looking out the front window at the Texas Sky.
We 'll be on time, keep following that white line.
If the road stays smooth and the pavement dry.
I am a trucker's wife and Lordy what a life.
Some days it's enough to almost make you cry.
No time to stop and eat, just grab a little treat.
To busy counting the mile marker as we go by.
I am a trucker's wife and it's not much of a life.
It is good that we two are out here together.
It don't matter which route we may be going.
One day it's sunny, next day it's rotten weather.
I am a trucker's wife and this life just sucks.
I am tired of peanut butter and peeing in a jar.
I tired of waking up wondering where we are.
But we stay out because we need the bucks..
Song playing is "Me and Bobby McGee"