Remembering Livsey
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Reader Key Gray of Alexandria, Dunbartonshire, has requested that the Hawk publish this poem, written by his late father, W Liusey Gray, who died one year ago on 12 October 1994.
Key explains that the poem celebrates a special occasion.. "It was written for me when I passed my Class 1 HGV after being on Class 3 for 10 years—it would be great to see it in the most popular trade magazine." Happy to oblige, Key.
THE TRUCKER Hammering along the road at night Masses of headlights beaming bright Delivering here, delivering there Thundering amg, no time to spare Carrying the goods from near and far Speeding along the ribbon oftar Flying on motorways, under abridge Change down a gear to get over the ridge
Ries in the summer, then comes the spray No at home 'cos you're always away 3ringing the goods that we need to the hoPs Vatching for traffic jams, robbers or ops
7eeding in cafes on chips, beans and ggs idling for hours, but it's sore on the legs Jathzgfor loads and the prices are cut rwo minutes late and the warehouse is hut
radiograph tells me I've one hour logo could doll at sixty, but through towns re sloa rime has run out, there's a layby in ight Jo sign of a hot meal one snore rotten ght "riendly patrol cars stop all through the ight !aps on the windscreen, "Hey driver, all ghtr 'ourin the morning, get out, check my 'tretch and scratch then get on the road ,nother good load, hope this one will Ye it down well and I'll get on my way &add make the depot on Friday, with !ck 's a wonderful hfe when you're driving truck