Truck Driving Mamma

At the controls of an eighteen wheeler
Going down the road

Trying hard to keep on time
For which to drop my load

I am woman hear me roar
Don't make me use my jake

I slow up for animals
For them I'll use my brake

Just playing with you
I take pride in what I do

Truck driving mamma
I am mother too

I wave and smile as I traverse
The miles that lay before me

A scrapbook I will make one day
Of all the things I see

Sights and sounds of the road
They call out to me

The hum of the wheels turning round
Are to me a rhapsody

Roll on big wheels mile after mile
You are my destiny

Copyright 8-5-01


To See More Of Her Great Poetry


Click Here to Visit!


Send To A Friend




To Send This Page By Email

Click Here

To Send By Icq

While Viewing This Page

Just Click The Persons Name

That You Want To Send It To

Press Url And Send

Get Paid To Surf The Web Click Here




My Other Sites