A Road Well Traveled
I’ve been driving on this stretch of
road so often that I’m on nodding
terms with telephone poles, bushes,
houses, trees and reeking tractors.
The road has been widened a bit,
tarted up too, layers of tarmac
and white markings, but under it
is the same old potholed dirt track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we all travel hopefully...this is very good...it's three dimensional isn't it? No matter where we are...made me think good things somehow...good to know how to travel well..it is an art..