Sonnet To Sea And N3 Poem by Adrian Flett

I love the sound of the sea
yet abhor the roar of the N3.
Wave upon wave wash their way
up the sandy shore with floating spray
while trucks thunder the highway,
bearing goods to and fro
from there to where no one knows,
Jo'burg to Durban back and forth they go,
a steady stream fills the air with noisy roar.
Far rather sea's call on sandy shore,
with tides ruled by sun and moon
than the raucous roar called a tune
as rubber on road makes a rough sound
to which we all are so closely bound.

04/05/2018