This is a poem I wrote for a special person in my life |
A LOG HAULERS LIFE IS SPECIAL AND ALMOST OBSOLEAT WHEN YOU GET UP BRIGHT AND EARLY TO MAKE THE HAUL COMPLETE YOU GRAB YOUR THERMOS OF COFFEE AND A LUNCH BOX FOR THE DAY AND HOPE YOU HAVE NO BREAKDOWNS THAT MIGHT OCCUR ALONG THE WAY THE ROAD IS ROUGH AND WINDING THAT YOU CAN BE SURE WITH SWITCH BACKS AND BUMPS THAT SHAKEN EVERY NERVE ALTHOUGH THE HOURS LONG AND BURDENS AT MANY TIME AND WOUNDER IF YOU MAKE IT HOME TO WATCH THE EVENING NEWS NOT KNOWING WHERE YOU ARE GOING EACH AND EVERY DAY YOU KNOW YOU GOT TO GET THERE TO GET THAT SPECIAL PAY ALTHOUGH IT CAN BE TIRESOME EACH AND EVERY DAY BUT DOING IT FOR THIRTHY YEARS YOU NO THERES JUST NO WAY I'VE SEEN THEM COME AND SEN THEM GO THIS JOURNEY I BEEN ON FROM PASSING THROUGH FROM JOB TO JOB OR MAINLY PASSING ON IT'S BEEN ROUGH ON THIS LOG HAULER ALL THESE MANY YEARS BUT SEEING THE MOON GO DOWN AND THE SUN RISE AS I AM ON A MOUNTAIN TOP AND KNOWING GOD IS WITH ME AS I MAKE THIS GREAT BIG DROP THE WINTERS COLD THE SPRING WET THE SUMMER ROADS ARE DRY BUT I KNOW THAT DAY WILL COME WHEN I HAVE TO SAY GOOD BYE TO THE CHAINS AND THE WRAPPERS THAT I SLUNG BY AND BY FROM SEEING NEW BABY WILDLIFE THAT HAD BEEN RECENTLY BORN JUST KNOWING GODS CREATION WILL ALLWAYS CARRY ON I'VE LOST ALOT OF LOG HAULER FRIENDS THAT I CAN'T DISPLAY FROM JACK MY NEXT DOOR NEIGBORTHAT I WAVED AT EVERY DAY YES THAT DAY WILL COME WHEN I HAVE TO SAY GOOD BYE BUT MY TIME IS JUST NOT READY AND I KNOW I MUST CARRY ON ANOTHER LOAD TOMARROW AND THE NEXT DAY AFTER THAT UNTIL THATDAY COMES WHEN I HAVE TO HANG MY HARD HAT YES A LOG HAULERS LIFE IS SPECIALTHIS YOU CAN BE SURE I WOULD'NT TRADE FOR A MILLION EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD SO IF YOU SEE ME GOING BY IN A BRIGHT RED TRUCK YOU'LL KNOW THAT I AM STILL HAULING LOGS ISN'T THAT JUST MY LUCK YES A LOG HAULERS LIFE IS SPECIAL. |