heres a poem but its not from me..look below
They come big and small
With a trailer they haul
Some are made to pick up
Others carry food for sup
Great ones movers employ
To some, it is used as a toy
Long ones seat more than a few
Glass all around provides a view
Government uses by the score
Driving cross country is a chore
In the seat a driver does slide
And takes the truck for a ride
by Lowell Bergeron
I am a trucker's wife and it is a mighty fine life.
Barreling down the road in the dark of night.
Hanging on for dear life, hoping we don't jackknife.
Watching out the window for the truck stop's light.