Soul of a Trucker
The ever present sound of a
diesel
Going through its gears
Is the steady beat and constant
rhythm
He’s known for many a year
And it’s the lullaby that late at
night
His mind still longs to hear
He still can see those highways
With his inner eye
He can’t forget the visions
Of those unpolluted skies
He still can feel the wind
And hear its tender sighs
Those memories stay inside
and linger
And will until he dies
They’re part of what he’s made
of
They’re forged into his soul
They come from years of
truckin’
And they’re what have made
him whole
©Annette Keller
11/1997
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