Singulari Of Purpose Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

When night enfolds the distant hills.
The noise of traffic dies away.
The motor way lies quietly.
If only temporarily.
The sun will rise at break of day.
Then traffic fills the motorway.
A non stop constant traffic flow
In both directions come and go.
But only for an hour or two.
Which is quite normal nothing new.
Then traffic will grow sparse again.
The reason easy to explain.
The motorway joins A to B.
It's only functionality..