A STORY. MUD FLAPS. Mud flaps where blowing at 70 miles per hour from Washington to Pennsylvania in 3 days 4 time zones. As I got here I looked into my mirrors couldnt believe what I saw. I pulled over walked to the back of my truck couldnt believe the mountains I just crossed. As I turned back around I looked at the mountains I still have to climb. The past didnt matter anymore it was gone what did matter was now, the curves I will go around, the bridges I will cross, the scales I will cross to keep balanced. The son will set into my eyes as I head west. Shure their will be tears in my eyes at 3 a m on a lonely highway. But the sun will rise again into my eyes as I head east. My cargo is a fathers love for his 7 kids. That will be delivered every day but the final destination Will never be reached. The manifest was written into my soul. The day hour, second they were born and it cant be changed so wish me safe travels as I make this journey for the rest of my life. The only thing I care about behind now is my mud flaps blowing in the wind!
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 18:03:43 +0000