Clyde Hagee

Washburn, MO, USA

I was born at El Paso, Texas 11/30/30. While growing up I ran trap lines through West Texas and New Mexico. At 12 I began to break and train horses. I started to write poetry about the end of World War II. Most of my life was spent on the road as a truck driver. All of my poems were as musical compositions and some of them were Copyrighted in this form. Some have been published as poems in "The Golden Treasury of Great Poems: 1989," "Who's Who In Poetry," 1991, "Whispers In The Wind," 1993, and some were published in other books. Anyone interested in my poems or songs can contact me for tapes.

A Part-Time Widow

She's a part-time widow from the kind of life I've led,
Now let me explain those words I just said.
Many long nights has a truckdrivers wife,
She's a highway widow with a lonely kind of life.
Standing by a window looking down this long highway,
Hoping to see a semi, that I might get home today.
But there are snow clouds hanging low there in the sky.
The light is slowly fading as the day goes drifting by.
I can feel the chill as the cold winds blow,
See ice on my windshield and hard blowing snow.
Sometimes I wonder why I just have to roam,
How I can leave my family with my loved one alone?
I will take some old truck and down the highway I go,
With only one reason, 'tis the only job I know.
The highways I'll use is something she just don't know,
Nor when I will get back, or where I'll have to go.
The nights are so lonely after each day is done,
I pray for my darling, she is my only one.
Dream about my loved one as down the road I go,
I will love her forever this I surely know.
A part time widow must be lonesome you can see,
But my love will stay with her, wherever I might be.

An Answer

I shall go to the top of a mountain to speak with the Lord from above.
I heard His voice when He called to me souls were made by God's love.
God sent down his son as our Savior our souls from sin to save.
Christ came to this world from Heaven, for our sin His blood was gave.
I shall go up that mountain alone for the saving of my soul I shall pray.
Raise my eyes to the Savior, for guidance in words He will say.
The word of His Father in Heaven rings out so loud and clear,
man's ears by sin so deaf, god's Word they will not hear.
The work of God's hand shines so bright for all men to see.
Man's eyes so dim remain, God's work they will not see.
When He calls some men answer, deafness will go from their ears,
Scabs of sin fall from their eyes, they'll be opened wide and clear.
God's Word promises the faithful
Eternal Life up there on high,
those who answer, will have that faith, will rise to meet Him on high.

A Song Needing Sung

Like a dark night with no moonlight, a day without sun,
A book without an ending, or a song needing sung.
Oh, darling please listen as I tell you a tale
About a new born love, it is one that won't fail.
I am a truckdriver, I travel this land.
Three days in one town, no more can I stand.
The first time that I saw you my heartbeat stood still.
Now I know true love and forevermore will.
If I gave up driving and tried not to roam.
to be a good husband and always stay home.
Through all my life I have never stayed still,
Cannot truly promise that I always will.
But if you can love me, take me as I have been,
Our love will last forever, forever don't end.