Todd owns a trucking company.   He works way too hard.
It does not leave much time for hunting and fishing.
And I do not know which he likes best.

When you own your own business, you only have to work half a day. You can do anything you want with the other twelve hours.
 

He is also the father of our grandchildren - Ashlee & Todd.
And he has to work alot just to keep little Ashlee
in shoes and clothes.  Not to mention Beth.

I bet he doesn't know this picture is on here.
He is a very shy person I think, but Beth
says he is her man.

He does like to go to Harrah's in Cherokee NC
and try, and I did say try, to win a million $. 
The funny thing is he loses and Beth wins,
just not  a million.

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The Trucker

He called his dispatcher to get his next load,
He'll spent the last 8 days out on the road.
His sweetheart was feeling pretty sad,
But this was the only life they had.

Carrying freight to the next destination,
Keepin' things moving in this great nation.
He had diesel running in his veins,
She loved him so she didn't complain.

Five minutes, five hours, or five days,
He'd always get back home some way.
He'd hold her tight and then kiss her good-bye,
He loved the road and she knew why.

Mountains and lakes to see along the way,
No boss man yelling at him all day.
Helping people to get the things they need,
He was proud and he had mouths to feed.

The life of a trucker is hard to understand,
They don't find much praise in this great land.
It's a job that not just anyone could do,
So don't get so upset when they're in front of you.

They might be tired or missing their home,
They've been in that truck for days all alone.
Flash them a smile, they're just like you,
Trucking down the highway is the job they do.

Dianna Doles Petry
2003
 

Anniebel 4-20-03
updated 1-24-06
Graphics made for Todd.
Please don't take them.
Poem by O'Folklore