The Road Poem by Charles McMullen

The road spans out long and wide,
Trees and fields on either side.
A way to the future it does scan,
A sheet of tarmac for many a man.
Birds in the trees,
Feeling the breeze.
Tractors in the fields,
For what the crop yields.
Berries and bushes on either side,
All part of nature's wonderful pride.
The track bends, the gradient dips,
Hold on fast as your tyre's grip.
Sunshine lights the terrific view,
As it melts the mystical dew.
Trees shed their leaves,
Farmers build their sheaves.
Autumn colours radiate hues,
To blow away all your blues.
Uphill you drive to the very top,
Keep on going, do not stop.
For there is such a beautiful view,
Another panorama opens anew.
Miles to go before your destination,
But you ease off the acceleration.
'Cos this is such a lovely season,
Take your time, it's a good enough reason.
Drink in all the discovery's you see,
Don't miss a view, I'm sure you'll agree.
A nightingale sings from the trees above,
Below there grows a purple foxglove.
An owl hoots from the barn yonder,
And you are filled with joyous wonder.
Like an angel the cat's eyes guide you,
Advancing safely as you ensue.
Now your headlights spread their beam,
All you see is like a dream.
Fog wafts around in an icy swirl,
Each little droplet is like to a pearl.
You career onward through the misty air,
Each movement is a calculated dare.
But you and yours are safe within,
Your strongly well made box of tin.
The night is dark, the road goes on,
Your stop you'll arrive at anon.
The journeys been a treat, that's for sure,
Now look forward to your next good tour.