Treasure Island

Cecelia GrantPeters

(5th December / Vermont)

Driving Seat of Knowledge - London Hackney Carriage Driver (For Paul Sweeney)

From his driving seat of "Knowledge" he drives down to Leicester Square
Taking rides from all and sundry, all the world has been his fare.
When life's path was dark and dreary, when the nights were cold and drab
He imparted to the masses "Knowledge", from his Hackney Cab.
On life's journey he continues with "The Knowledge" to sustain
Recollections in his stories, speak of laughter, joy and pain.

Yet still onwards, upwards, downwards, up and down he promptly goes
Every street he can recall, and every monument he knows.
They say "Driver, can you take me to my suite in Berkeley Square
Or maybe down to Claridges, Harrods, Bond Street, Leicester Square? "
Inns of Court, well they come easy, he can take you on demand,
Kings Bench, Queens Bench, Harcourt Chambers, and the Royal in the Strand.

It took years to learn ‘"The Knowledge"', now with ease and savoir faire
He can drive you down to Soho, Lincolns Inn or Berkeley Square.
All his life he's had "The Knowledge", life has taken him thus far
He imparts all worldly wisdom from the driving seat of his car.
All his working life they greet him, saying "Driver" do you care
To take me down to Claridges, and then later, Leicester Square.

From the driving seat of knowledge, driving people up and down
The entire world he shuffles, through the heart of London Town.
Using all his well learned "Knowledge", shuffling in his daily grind
Using all his skills and powers his destination for to find.
They say, "Driver, can you take me, oh hurry, please be quick
Down to Dalston in the East, onward then to Hackney Wick.

The entire world he shuffles, through the streets of London Town.
From the Mews Houses in Knightsbridge to the Courts of Canning Town
Further "Knowledge" he acquired hearing stories everywhere
From the throngs of Piccadilly, Park Lane, Bloomsbury, Leicester Square.
When his working day is over, he can slowly make his way
To his home in leafy Camberley, perhaps smiling all the way.

All his life he's had "The Knowledge', all his life's he's paid the tab
For the driving seat of learning is the seat of a London Cab.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): driving

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was fortunate to share with Mr Paul Sweeney many aspects of life from his childhood move from London to Langley, Berkshire, to his family life and also learn a little about his job as a London Hackney Carriage Driver and the world famous Knowledge Test. I read this rhyme in schools and other institutions of learning. Scholars and tutors alike enjoy listening and learning about Mr Sweeney and the skill and knowledge required for the Knowledge test.

Comments about this poem (Driving Seat of Knowledge - London Hackney Carriage Driver (For Paul Sweeney) by Cecelia GrantPeters )

Enter the verification code :

  • Colleen Courtney (6/19/2014 11:19:00 AM)

    Wow! What a talent. Amazing how you've managed to keep that nice rhyming rhythm going throughout this lengthy piece. A very enjoyable read and interesting story of a man's life. Well done! (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley Updates

New Poems

  1. SYNC 10 WORD, Beryl Dov
  2. First meeting, Kristopher DeLander
  3. Hope, Kristopher DeLander
  4. Silence Is A Beauty To Endure, Monk E. Biz
  5. Home, Kindred velarde
  6. Why? Why? Why?, Praghyanjali Pal
  7. I Cannot At Will Summon The Tone Of Beauty, Shalom Freedman
  8. O, God, Neela Nath
  9. The Seed of Greatness, Silas Egbowon
  10. Metamorphosis, Musfiq us shaleheen

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson

The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »


Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]