Leaving the homelands, the roots, the river & the forest.
Sound of steam trains pumping iron up the valley in the rain.
The dirty road south calls & I don’t want to listen, wish I
could click my fingers & be back in Essex. The black top is
unpredictable,. Heavy truck spray, crazy weekend drivers
unaccustomed to the etiquette of roads, super speed boys
driving video games & me…
Fingers crossed I’ll make it home safe.