Garbage Truck Poems - Poems about Garbage Truck

It’s quite a sight To be rescued by a garbage truck Before anyone or anything else with luck Rises So early this morning After the big snow Schools closed business delayed Road uncut by any car Birds sleeping in The synapse of tree limbs white feathered with fins Reaching out for one another in an apologetic wind But those guys One impossibly young the other impossibly old Defiant Or...

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I used to scrub my memory clean I packed the sadness Into an old cupboard Before I packed my tiredness Into the night And slept soundly I locked the rain and the wind outside I never let the cupboard open nor let the sun in Hoping that the sadness will degenerate and walk away With the old days And with the old cupboard When the...

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The garbage truck goes by; I flash To seven years ago. I’d lift my grandson up and then, His eager face a’glow… We’d step outside so he could watch The sanitation crew Dump everything recycled In the truck for it to chew. The men would wave and we would wait Until they drove away, A little part of our routine On babysitting day. These days, he barely...

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THE GARBAGE TRUCK The man had left for work that day as he had oft before To gather things folks threw away--it was a messy chore. He picked up all the trash and things along his daily route And loaded them upon the truck while someone helped him out. He never dreamed that day he left that I’d be passing...

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One habit to which I adhere I clean out my Ford once a year Back seat yet to fill Keep truckin’ until I’m no longer able to steer...

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On Mondays when I babysit, There's one thing that's a certain hit - A visit from the garbage truck (Unless the need for naptime's struck). We hear the truck as it draws near And Henry makes it very clear We'd better get ourselves outside. (Such passion cannot be denied.) We race out to the driveway's end To greet our Monday morning friend. The worker...

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rear loader garbage truck stopped by site manager.. loud voices door slams someone just had a chat with the boss losing war.. boss in pouring rain truck drives speedily away as fast as will go.. umbrella still stands Female boss/ male truck driver...

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Garbage truck silent Key turned roar noise stink now Monster eats garbage...

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As we stop, I pull out my jar of Vic's vapor rub I put some up my nostrils, this job you cannot love But it pays the bills, I make my living Trash day is when people are most giving They are selfless when getting rid of what they see as junk Whew! That smell...

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