Trucking poem

Crack the window, smell the desert air.
Far from the cities, you can see the stars up there.

They’re pleasing to these tired eyes
And pleasing to the gypsy soul inside

The Kenworth's sails are all unfurled
As we sail across my concrete world

The Cactus in the pale moonlight
They Seem to wave however slight

The jackrabbits come out to play
The nighttime’s when they start their day

Shaded mesas are all I see
Dozens of miles away from me

There are those that seem to question
Their life’s meaning and direction

But I knew when I was young
That I would have to be among

The men who freely gave their lives
For weeks on end would leave their wives

With knowledge that my life had purpose
way down deep, beneath the surface

Alone, but never by myself
like unread books upon a shelf

Now, I let my spirit roam
On country roads close to my home

I've traded in those 18 wheels
For a shiny horse of steel

No motors running while I sleep
But in my dreams it still does creep

Of younger days my spirit soaring
my concrete memories come pouring

Of a time when freedoms worth
was greater than my life on earth

Now I have to find a way
to just be thankful for each day

Glorious youth now gone forever
But persevere I must endeavor

They say good things must always end
This new life I must befriend

when you've tasted freedom such as I
No substitution can apply

But every day upon my waking
The best of it I will try making

Brad Dawson