Massif L'Estérel, rounding a hairpin,
I came across an old wreck by the road,
close by a tree, a sports car painted red.
Allured by speed along the mountain road
its fearless driver failed to make the bend;
smashed sideways on the tree it broke in two.
One gaily coloured half lies upside down
the rest gapes upright... and the cuckoo calls.
A touching poem cautioning against reckless driving in speed on hilly terrain. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can picture the scene, crashed car at a hairpin bend, surely a deterrent to others who speed!