Do They Understand
Do they understand, about driving this great land?
Viewing rivers, plains and mountain ranges grand,
Sleep beneath stars that shimmer oh so bright,
On a balmy crystal clear, peaceful summers night.
Watch red or grey Roos graze in morning sun,
Along the open spaces where our unique Emu’s run,
Or thousands of Budgies gathered round a water hole,
The beautiful movements of a frisky new born foal.
Do they know, the feeling, of overpowering loneliness?
How late at night, you’re haunted by the emptiness.
It’s no longer a job, but an addictive way of life,
The hurt, leaving behind your children and your wife.
Knowing how she lies there, restless with every sound,
Agonises ‘till she knows, that I am homeward bound,
When we’ll be together, albeit a short time,
Then I’m gone again, following that long white line.
Do they care, sleeping in their beds so fine?
While we drive the night, to make a company’s deadline.
Carrying goods, some for supermarket racks,
Not thinking, of us truck driving insomniacs.
They’re first to complain, if we do something wrong,
While they dawdle around, with the collard office throng,
Then relaxing with family and all their creature comforts,
Totally oblivious, to a truckie’s tireless efforts.
David J Delaney
29/01/2009 ©
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Narrative laced with fine natural detail, feeling and understanding of the difficulties, an education in the non-preachy sense for all who take so much for granted. Well said!
John
You know I do Dave, strewth Windsor gave us the task of transporting on the movers, then putting together, blocking and detailing huge Mobile homes right up and down the East Coast..Long nights and hard days working...the very essence of living, the home LOL...
Excellent work as always Dave..
Loved the Telethon last night..Johno, Kerna's, Barnsey, Hay and even young Shannon and the whole crew, really did us proud with that eh.
Love Ch'erie
Your mate, Stuart
Be always safe,
Karen