Our American Truckers



Truckers are number one .
they're here, they're there,
They're everywhere,
Road to road,
Load to load, getting their job done,
People curse them shout and stare,
Put them down they don't care,
Those who do please sit right there
In their seats if you dare,
Days nights no family in sight.
No hugs or kisses to say good night,
From those who love him and hold him tight,
They say the truckers do not care.
I say that you all are just unfair!
The world would stop. how would we shop? if our truckers were to stop,!
So I would think twice before you curse them shout and stare,.
Please give them respect that is due from all of us that means you too.!

About this poem

It is about people who do not care about our drivers who drive 18 wheelers. Knowing that if they all stopped they would realize that we would not be able to go to these stores by our food by our vegetables and our clothes and people just keep putting down our truckers and I think it's just wrong because they work really hard at what they do and they have not any time to spend at home with their families. I sat inside of a passenger seat of a truck with my old man William England and I sat then I looked at all the trucks going by and we stopped at a rest stop and I looked and I realized you know the holidays are coming and they all had to keep going regardless if it was a holiday or not and I felt for them cuz they were unable to be with their families I think it is so wrong that people put them down. I wish to God that you know the people that put them down would be in their shoes and realize how hard it is to be away from home God bless all of our truckers. And thank you for everything you have done for us Americans. 

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Written on December 27, 2022

Submitted by lvnsxymama99 on December 27, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme ABBCABBBBDDDBBEBF
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 649
Words 139
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 17

Lisaann Grace Danilla

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