18 Wheeler

{I got to drive in one for 4 days from IL to TX,
And I loved it. I finally realized how hard it is to be a semi driver. I wrote this for my uncle Richard who was such a nice person and took me with him to Texas! Ily Richard!}

Miles behind us,
A thousand patterns of pastures,
Hundred acres of land,
Slowly seep on by.

A million strings of power lines,
50 state lines,
A few cuss words,
And tired eyes.

Driving something pretty powerful,
Yet such a beautiful thing,
Hear voices talk on the CB radio,
The only thing that keeps you company.

You hear the tragic stories,
Of how people die around you,
But you just gotta keep on going,
You got to get to your destination.

Theres many nights,
Of where you lay in your trucks bed,
Wondering what your family's doing,
When your gone.

You hear knocking on your windows,
Shaking your head in disgust,
Thinking why these beautiful girls,
Waste their lives as hookers.

And sometimes you wish parking a trailer,
Would be just as easy as parking a car,
Some people just don't know how to park,
And that just what ticks you off.

You hear loud bang,
And see your tire being shredded,
Thinkin' what else could be wrong,
As you park on the side of the road.

Driving time is the limit of 11,
But you sometimes drive more then 15 hours straight,
And when you lay down at night,
You barely can sleep for a few hours.

And your right back on the road,
Each mile passing by,
Is one mile closer,
To where you can finally sleep at ease.

These are the many things of driving a 18 wheeler,
I think I should know,
I've been there and done that,
But I still love the job.