Long winding trunk road, what do you see?
Cars in their millions as well as lorries
Plodding along or zooming on by
As you stretch out ahead into the blue sky
Do you notice the madness; the huge traffic jams
The chaos upon you; the biffs and the bams
The sirens; the hooting; the screech of some brakes
That cling to your surface when they can’t overtake
Do you feel all those wheels that whizz over your head
The blue cars; the white vans and bikes painted red
Do you know what they’re doing; do you care or perceive
For the volume of traffic that wends and that weaves
Do you fathom the greatness of Britain in one
As you pass our great cities and country on your run
Do you lap up the sights and soak up the views
I wonder long trunk road what it is to be you?
And what do you think as you leave London Town
Heading north to the borders closing in on the crown
Of Gaelic descent; Edinburgh’s abode
Do you sense your achievement my dear Old North Road?
Comments on: "The A1" (5)
I like that. Bravo.
Haha – thanks
I daren’t ask what the A1 has done to deserve a poem but yep, good
Sadly I guess it’s just a case of spending too much time on it 🙂
Fancy being inspired to write a poem about the A1. Good for you! Many moons ago when I lived in St. Neots, Cambs, my little mini burned a lot of rubber on the A1. 🙂