Truck Driver
Truck driver
I heard crackling under the floorboard
could it be my cottage is falling into a deep
the underground lake where fishes are blind
since they never see daylight.
A lake that has pure crystal water and is free
of sharks and crocodiles.
You are right I have been watching a program
about truck drivers in Alaska who risk their lives driving over a frozen winter lake.
Real heroes who win no medals driving supply
to obscure places dicing with death every day,
their destination is a little pay packet to keep
their families fed.
The crackling has stopped I have to tread lightly
and not eat a full English breakfast.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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