Dad Is The Best Truck Driver Poem by Suzanna Chevalier

Dad's full name Charles but you can call him Chuck
he was happiest when he was driving his Truck.
Peterbilt he says is the best-he won a 'Safe Driver Award' for he was above the rest.
'Best Driver Of The Year' he was named, he had his award framed.
I will always remember the smell of gas
I love the smell, it would remind me of time gone past.
A memory in time of my childhood days
I sat in Dad's Peterbilt at Dad's Dahlen's truck place
Dad started the engine and honked the horn it was very loud I did learn to scrorn.
Respect 'Truck Drivers' for they bring food and gas home they risk their life in a storm.
Dad would go on layovers, a 3 state run through these states he had a lot of fun.
He was an efficient driver he did always state, never falling asleep even when driving late.
He talked on the phone to all of his trucker friends
they had all kinds of stories that never did end.
I remember him coming home late one night—He looked tired but had a bite.
A very efficient driver he did always state he never fell asleep when he drove real late.
He talked on the phone to all of his trucker friends, trucker stories that never did end.
I remember him coming home late one night—he looked tired but had a bite.
4 hours of sleep he said he always had, he worked in the wee hrs. he was a brave Dad.
Thanks Dad for you are very dear, cherished childhood memories that bring a tear.

Written by Suzanna Chevalier on February 6,2013