THE MOVING CONVOY... (Original Poem)
He stopped his job
As a Coal- Miner
To become a driver
A driver on the Convoy
With their loud horns
Sounding in the night
On the dangerous highway
When we are asleep
One by one zooming by
In their heavy steel trucks
Nothing can stop them
Delivering, no ice or rain
They feel no pain
When they're on their way
Just men and women
Hard at work...
For that monthly pay
Thank you all again and I'll see you in the next post.
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I really like this poem. This reminds me of my uncle and friends who are late night truck drivers. There are some really powerful vehicles and some treacherous nights that they have to drive through with dangerous environments. Much respect to anyone who does this job. It isn’t easy. And somebody’s gotta deliver! Nice poem
Thanks... and yes I was thinking the same things.
They do an awesome job.