Sitting By The Side Poem by Bryan Sefton

Sitting By The Side

There's no reason for my sitting here
I'm not a bum looking for a ride
Not going anywhere, no place to go
Don't look up eager should some car slow
Sitting By the side is all I know
Far as I'm concerned the trail ends here

Out west there's a place called Nowhere
Found lots of them in every State
Others called Necessity, Curiosity, some Fear
Reduced to a dot then they disappear
Echo like the memory of a warm flat beer
Or sing like the hinge on a rusty gate

I've seen them all, white knuckle drivers
Tearing up the miles just to be there
Hey Mister? Don't you know?
You get there then, you gotta go!
Make a deal or put on a show
Come, sit down, watch the river flow

I'm trying to make you realise
Come and see what it's like from the side
A river of cars hooked on speed
Looking for a penny to fill a need
Then the need becomes greed and suddenly
There's a place you gotta be

The day is lazy. The sun is high
The cars all surge in the raging tide
Give it a break for heaven's sake!
You can turn the surge into a placid lake
Step aside. Cancel the ride
Sit on the side

Saturday, June 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: traveling
Bryan Sefton

Bryan Sefton

Farnsworth near Bolton, England, UK
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