God sent us sad souls to the pan handle of Texas to break our heart <br />No oaks, no rivers, , no place to dream upon the flat earth, as a song <br /> <br />broke forth from our mouths, a sad country song laborious and filled <br />with melancholy. There ain't one damn thing on this flat dry plain to <br /> <br />share with another soul, 'cept to tell you bout the nothing that I have <br />seen <br /> <br />And the Texas pan handle is where God sends a sad man to tear him <br />into. This ain't no place for no one to go on trying to live, to dream, <br /> <br />unless he is a coyote or an Indian. By God I am here and the wind <br />alone could break you in half and I ain't got a half to give so I'll grab my <br /> <br />load out of Amarillo and head off to Oklahoma and on through Kansas, <br />Missouri and Iowa till my flat beds empty... But by God the panhandle <br /> <br />is enough to break my soul and I can't wait to go back there. In Texas I <br />just might find myself.<br /><br />Trucker Jeff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-whole-lot-of-nothing/
