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THE EMPTY TRUCK
The truck went by very fast all it’s horses
homeward bound,
No cargo, just a large empty flat bed and
the sweet sound
Of fast flying wheels now free from heavy
weight and care,
And we wondered where home was and who’d
be waiting there.
Maybe a wife and children, a car and dog anxious
as can be
And with open arms and sparkling eyes with a
baby on his knee,
Or a lonely room just a few things with a television
and a radio,
To which did the empty speeding truck unknowingly
so swiftly go.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 October 2006