Poem by Heidi O.
I look out of my window
And what is it I see?
All the colors of the trucks
Just looking back at me.
Blue, black and yellow
Purple, Red and Gray
I wonder if they could talk
Just what it is they’d say?
Maybe tell me where they’ve been too
Or all the places they have seen
All the states that they have passed through
Along with everything in between.
Or maybe tell me all about their loads
However big or small in size
And how they have to go around
When carrying an oversized.
Every trucks story would be special
And unique in its own endeavor
But I bet all the trucks would agree and say,
They all wish their travels lasted forever.