A Truckers Prayer
Dear God above
bless this truck I drive
And help me keep someone alive
Be my mortal sight this day
On streets where little children play
Bless my helper fast asleep
When the night is long and deep
And keep my cargo safe and sound
Through the hours big and round
Make my judgement sound as steel
And be my hands upon the wheel
Bless the traveler going past
And teach him not to go so fast
Give me the strength for every trip
So I may care for what they ship
And make me mindful every mile
That life is just a little while
from Roxie–It’s A Small World!!!) 10/16/00
Truck Driver
Big trucks rolling down the road,
They all got a heavy load.
Driving hundreds of mile a day,
Trying to earn a decent pay.
Some have hoods big and long,
Here today then they are gone.
They have nice shining tanks and wheels,
Even have a beautiful chrome grill.
Then there is a cab over without a hood,
Why some drivers like them is not understood.
They have a big ole dog house,
drivers have to crawl around like a mouse.
The drivers are men both young and old,
They drive their trucks in weather hot and cold.
There are some women drivers too,
Determined to deliver that load to you.
Dispatchers send them down the road,
Telling them to hurry up with that load.
Driver do this so we have clothes and food to eat,
They got tight schedules and dead lines to meet.
Drivers get very little rest and sleep,
A log book they must keep.
Some drive into the night,
While others drive during the day light.
Drivers spend very little time at home,
Most of the time they are all alone.
Heros to children is what they must be,
Traveling in this great land of the free.
Driving all try hard to be safe,
Drivers even have some faith.
So off into the sunset the trucker rides,
With an angel on his shoulder he drives.
By Arizona Smith