To be half-crazed,
To live life as a trucker
And travel the highways.
Now there ain't noth'n known
That can slow me down,
Not the lights of a city
Or the wealth of a town.
Gold couldn't hold me
And luck wouldn't stay,
I'm on a highway that seems to go just oneway.
There ain't no detours
But I was born to it
Some say I'm crazy, others have no doubt.
Give'em rubber ticket pads
'Cause we were born and raised
Or what may have lead them here.
There's no special size or color
Just hearts beating loud and clear.
It's not anger that drives them
To compete the way they do,
Just a common need to search and see
Thru force just who is who.
Could it be the pecking order
It's a sport like any other,
To most it's just two fighters
They see it as a chance for them
And jump all over you.
They've been known to turn black when on the attack.
And leave people purple and blue.
The colors identify the victim
Without pointing a finger at me.
So don't slip and tell, before you say
I you fell, you see.
Or the next country you'll visit
Will be totally free.
There's a road trip involved, but you'll drag behind.
While attached by a chain or a rope.
The country will pass while you take a few lumps,
I'll find all the chuckholes and bumps.
Time will fly and you may to,
When you comeback to earth.
They may lock me up if you can prove I was there.
But my story will put me elsewhere.
It's a better idea to skip it
And avoid the healing process.
We'll both be better off if we compromise,
More or less.
As long as you don't disrespect me
Or the past that I'm from,
I'll never have cause to trim your hedge
Or too rat-a-tat-tat your ear drums.
If you can feel the urge rising?
Don't push it!
If it involves a rope, a bull and someone giving the rope a pull?,
Now the rope's pulled and someones opened the chute gate,,
Maybe they dropped the flag that just started the next drag,
And then you woke up, what a bubble you popped,,
If your socks don't match and most your pants need patched
If you can leave your truck unlocked with the guns in back
If the knife your packing can split wood or you can stick it any where,
If people have seen you get rowdy or violent a time or two,
If any of the above sounds like something you could be?
Past the summer of 78, up high in the mountains, I was feel'n great.
In my element amongst the great pines, hot trail'n what I hopped to find.
The tracks had lead me to a new grove of young pines.
So the thought of looking ahead to spot a big rack,
For there on the ground was a pair of bear cubs,
So I spun on my heels to start making tracks
My feet were spinning like fast turning wheels
It slid down my leg and onto the grass, making a slick spot appear.
12 feet off the ground I spun around and sat down,
As I sat on that limb watching the three of them,
For my trip up that tree wasn't all that saved me,
That may well explain why some people claim,
And your harmonic balancer won't hum.
Then you've probably twisted an axle
Or fried a rear break drum.
Don't fret yourself into a frensy,
I've seen this happen before.
And with a little luck and hard work,
We'll get you on a jack and off the floor.
Once your well suspended in a stationary spot.
We're not as lucky as magicians,
It's the new beginning of our annual fire season.
We've got hoses rolled and stacked, to despence ouickly once we're there.
They've been seen throwing caution to the wind, placing themselves in danger.
They're a breed alone without question, a need for them ignites everywhere.
If you don't share my opinion, it's of absolutely no consequence to me,
So is he a hero or just a paid public servant? I guess too some it depends,
In most everything you do?
Can your handywork be recognized,
Does it point a finger at you?
Would special be a better word
To explain your efforts spent?
Or are you why people say I know,
Without a clue to what was meant?
If your one to get it done
In case you haven't noticed
I guess your not gonna share
As I think back on my life.
My father always drove a truck
And to support us he had to drive.
So while I was playing baseball
Or studying in school,
He was out there on the highways
Trying to abide by the golden rule.
My Father wasn't afraid of work, he always waded in.
Through grade school first then high school,
It was just a simple exsistance,
So don't be quick to judge him,
So it dawned on me, trying to write this poem,
I Love ya Dad .
I don't recall him there much as I look back on my life.
My Father wasn't afraid of work , he always waded in.
It was just a simple life, most people would proclaim.
Through grade school first then high school, he didn't have the time
So don't be quick to judge him, you can't begin to understand.
So it dawned on me as I wrote these words I haven't got what it takes.
It was just a simple life, most people would proclaim.
I Love You Dad .
How much does or should your mother mean to you?
Chances are, the day you arrived,
She experienced a great deal of physical pain,
Which quickly turned to pure joy,
When she held you in her arms
For the very first time.
Then her life, immediatly began to evolve
Her days consisted of feeding you,
Chances are, she has been there
Making sacrifices, giving encouragement
The calender offers us one day to show our graditude
the one day a year that
Mom is always the one who manages to quardinate
She's always there
with a word of encouragement
The calendar offers a single day to recognize her every year,
And the faces here they all look so familiar.
There's Lou and Al and Chuck and Dave,
Budwieser is the beer they crave
And Me and Moose drink colorado cool-aid.
There's a video game or two,
It's saturday afternoon at the local beer saloon.
Oh yes on saturday afternoon you'll find us here.
Check your tire pressure and engine oil,
Itís not to much to ask for,
Why does first hold top honors
It's not just the racing you love,
So enjoy the thrills, survive the spills
Check your tire presure and engine oil,
We know there's someone to turn to,
We have a friend.
When you have troubles,
I'll be there on the double, just call me.
Whether it's finances or family,
No one will here of it from me,
You have a friend.
If your going somewhere, that I can't go,
I explain and tell you so.
You don't get upset and huff,
You understand and that's enough.
I have a friend.
There will be times we won't agree,
Yet when it's all said and done,
We never have to stand alone.
I still have you and you have me,
We have a friend.
by, A Friend
He didn't know what he would do?
He was stressed by indecision,
Because back in 99 they had to add a crew cab
To help him make his delivery times.
They built a bench seat in a cab on the back
And added more hooks to hang toy sacks in racks.
His sleigh was much bigger to carry toys to deliver.
The weight of it all made his eight rein deer quiver.
In 2001 they barely got it done.
They were nearly seen by the light of the morning sun!
Those deer were sucking wind,
when they came dragging in
And this years trip was a million homes bigger.
Rudolph lead a strike, said he couldn't finish in one night.
Christmas would have to take two days a year.
Santa's big foot came down
and snapped every head around.
He said, I'm still the boss of this gig here!
But he knew Rudolph was right,
they couldn't make that flight.
He'd need to figure out how to crab a gear.
It was power that they lacked,
hauling such a big toy sack.
So he gave the gift of flight to something bigger!
It wasn't horses or mules, they just weren't the right tools
And elk and caribou just wouldn't do.
He called on their brother moose,
strapped them in and turned'em loose.
Soon that sleigh was flying as high
as a south bound goose.
With the power to get it done, Santa made his annual run.
So Merry Christmas to all and everyone
Have a Happy New Year!
With an abundance of tools and knowledge to expand our abilities
I've got the freedom to educate myself, to be the best that I can be.
If there's something in life that I don't like, the change is up to me.
We've got a constitution that gives American's the right.
The majority rules in democracy, you can sign up and participate.
The Red stands for blood that's been shed, defending us from the start.
This land that we call home, is America, it didn't come easy or cheap.
If you value the freedom we have and the security that comes with it.
Please don't take this as a threat, because that's not the American way.
I love my life in America! I salute the red, white and blue.
Until a man named Jay gave new meaning to the words.
With an idea he had to build forks that squeezed,
He'd ease men's workloads and make history.
He took hydraulics, some steel and true diesel power,
Turning work that only a few men could withstand,
Today they can grab three or four tons at a whack
With this new style of lift Jay designed to move hay,
When inventions make it all easy enough,
They've laid it out on paper in the plans that have been drawn.
It's up to each construction crew to read the architects design.
To start and complete the work that's pictured in his mind.
They've dug footings and built wooden forms across this land.
He'll nail studs to the base boards where there isn't a window or door.
When the walls are all built, they'll place the trusses for the roof.
From foundation to framing, past the siding and roofing too.
From designs drawn by Peter Pan to the O.K. of a nearly blind man.
with the gift of imagination.
While others can apply their hands
to form crafty creations.
I've seen what can be done in cloth
and clay fired in ovens.
I'm simply amazed by your talents,
numbered in the dozens.
Your gift in cards needs polish,
The gift of gab you have acquired,
There's quite a list of things above,
It's been a long time coming,
Mathew Hobbs was a Kansas sheriff in a town near Wichita,
He must have packed a pistol and handled it quite fair,
But as time moved on he headed west, leaving the badge behind.
Every job he ever took, he handled with confidence and ease.
From a sheriff and caring dad, to a place in Heaven for eternity.
Palmer's Poetry /
Hello cousin, when I have time, since I'm so busy.
I suppose you'll want to hear about our move
We're still at the same place we moved to last,
Eggs bring a good price here, that's why they're so high.
The old dog died last week, Pa said he swallowed a tape measure
Ma has gastronites in her stomach, the Dr. says
We're fresh out of jelly so I sent Pa into the city,
It's morning and time for breakfast, your first meal everyday,
To reasure that you don't get choked, take 30 ounces of water.
Then along about twelve it's time for lunch, a chance to really chow down.
At dinner time avoid pasta, starch and sweets, vegetables and meat are fine.
This diet will quarantee that you'll loose weight or have the finest in foot wear.
Still setting right here in my power wheelchair.
Stay just ahead of the madness and shuffle
Then dodge the confusion of the daily crowds.
Try to miss the diving traffic, rushing everywhere,
While they begin their crazy schedules
Without a second left to spare.
They'll run red lights a little and gas every amber globe.
There's just five minutes left and still ten miles to go.
If the traffic isn't speeding,
You'll hear the sounds of angry faces.
The tension's high in these troubled times,
Each day starts more endless racing.
They call it progress and competition, grasping for every dime.
But it's just greed behind a mask, in these modern times.
Where does caring and compassion fit
In this equation up above?
Did we advance to fast and over look
The meaning of neighborly love?
Have we humans lost our values, are our morals still in-tact?
Or is tomorrow only measured by the money in our sacks?
The trouble isn't time, it's how you use it.
At the cost of eternal life, will you abuse it?
As time flies!