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Array ( [sid] => 184872 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => And Call Them Kinsman…. [time] => 2018-02-14 08:42:46 [hometext] => I’m out on the road training drivers and I just remembered my days as a long haul driver [bodytext] => 14-02-2018….

On The road again.
Memories rushing through my mind.
Just like a runaway freight train.
Sights and scenes shrined.

This time round not as a driver.
Yet still in a rig.
Imparting knowledge like McGyver.
Heading up this brig.

What a feeling.
Reliving days gone by.
This life is still appealing
Those days were an epic high.

But after twenty nine years on the road
It’s best left to the new blood.
I can’t reclaim the load.
Let them brave the flood.

I’ll watch with eagle eyes.
Guide them were I can.
Set them free under the African skies.
And call them Kinsman.

RR

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And Call Them Kinsman….

Contributed by RussellReinhardt on Wednesday, 14th February 2018 @ 08:42:46 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

14-02-2018….

On The road again.
Memories rushing through my mind.
Just like a runaway freight train.
Sights and scenes shrined.

This time round not as a driver.
Yet still in a rig.
Imparting knowledge like McGyver.
Heading up this brig.

What a feeling.
Reliving days gone by.
This life is still appealing
Those days were an epic high.

But after twenty nine years on the road
It’s best left to the new blood.
I can’t reclaim the load.
Let them brave the flood.

I’ll watch with eagle eyes.
Guide them were I can.
Set them free under the African skies.
And call them Kinsman.

RR

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Re: And Call Them Kinsman…. (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 16th February 2018 @ 02:03:56 AM AEST
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This resonates with all of us who are near the end of our careers, or outfight retired. Time to give back. Time to love instead of being loved, time to help instead of being helped. And time to let go.
I love the closing: SET THEM FREE UNDER THE AFRICAN SKIES.
softerware

Re: And Call Them Kinsman…. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 16th February 2018 @ 05:24:12 AM AEST
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The student becomes the teacher...well, took some time.

Nicely done!!!

Re: And Call Them Kinsman…. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 18th February 2018 @ 04:51:23 AM AEST
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This write brings me back to when my children/'/s father first started driving. I road with him when I could,
Good work.blessings,
emy

Re: And Call Them Kinsman…. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 19th February 2018 @ 04:28:32 AM AEST
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Dear Russell,

You should write your autobiographical account
of driving a big heavy truck. Most people do not
understand the dangers and the necessities
of delivering cargo.
I know people who do this. They have friends
who died on certain roadways, due to
the difficulties and the dangers of a large
foreboding vehicle.

A large sociological experiment, this life is.
I am thinking you would mix it with funny.
Peace!

Re: And Call Them Kinsman…. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 19th February 2018 @ 04:28:37 AM AEST
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Dear Russell,

You should write your autobiographical account
of driving a big heavy truck. Most people do not
understand the dangers and the necessities
of delivering cargo.
I know people who do this. They have friends
who died on certain roadways, due to
the difficulties and the dangers of a large
foreboding vehicle.

A large sociological experiment, this life is.
I am thinking you would mix it with funny.
Peace!

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