Driving along on the country road
They had been travelling in a holiday mode
And so they drove on through the the night
Being guided by a moon so bright
But the country did not look the same
They were trees that didn't look in the correct frame
Although the night disguised most things
The shape and colour of them had an unusual ring
The time it seemed had stood quite still
And then the stars blinked on and off to thrill
The road was the only solid base
And scared they drove on at an increasing pace
Up ahead they saw a neon sign
But it spelt out foreign words so fine
They turned off into the front car park
And saw the people drinking in their lark
Looking through the tavern window
There was party in quite a show
But the party goers were something different here
They all had blue skin and a pointed top on each ear
Then they looked out at the the travellers so far
And the party goers screamed and pointed at the car
They all ran to the door yelling in a terrible way
Scaring the travellers to drive so fast away
They drove fast down the road
With the blue people chasing them in their mode
Until they left them far behind
Finally on a road that they recognised in their grind
Shaken they drove into the next town
And to a motel they settled down
Whilst talking in the motel's bar
They told their strange journey in their car
It seemed that when the moon was bright
And the atmospheric conditions were just right
Other travellers told a similar story
Of travelling to another dimension in its glory
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Driving along on the country road is very amazing in expression of memory.10