Hold Your Road - Poem by Gerry Legister
This was a dream a fire within my dream
To hold the road of courier within my hand,
Amides the remains of fantasy for it to burn
With beauty equal to grains of peaceful sand.
Hurled into noble form a technology incomplete,
Cars with swifter feet hasten to pass the horizon,
Trade plates skipping along through the street,
Where multiple vehicles meet and logistics borne.
Ignorance unable to see tragedies that fills our days,
And the misery of being late hurled upon the great,
Like a knot tied tight by people of most violent ways
Come to make war on the streets where we meet.
But on a grey and golden road the journey is far,
Weaving roaring trucks wave as they try to fly
In the middle lane with effortless calm equal to desire
We exchange a smile with courage and a sigh.
Down the motorway twisting, blinking and avoiding
Nuisance drivers, in Sunday stroll of tempered mode,
The uprising pleasure is sometimes almost surprising
Where streets converge they emerge in Silicon mood.
Tumbling cascades broken into pieces of our tempter
Lured into the colourful galleries of new stylish models,
Dancing and prancing and accelerating with power,
Around corners over cobbled stones and up the hills.
A sprint home on the road for timely jobs to be cleared.
Through adventure Drivers lead the thrill of enthusiasm,
With fleets of fashion sleek and sibling rapidly charged
Endearing the hearts and eyes with feisty adoration.
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