Monday, 6 December 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 129 OF 230

Poem 129 of 230:  TO A DRIVER - AUTUMN 2000

As Lancashire fields
    Became flood plains,
And still-worse storm yields
    Caused Southern pains,
I walked up Bolton roads
    (A new contract,
I’d again changed abodes),
    Feeling quite whacked.

For, while mini-cabs
    Passed-by quickly,
I received the sharp jabs
    Of cold, gusty,
Snow-filled air in my face;
    Till a driver,
At just outside his place,
    Asked, “Going far?”

Driving through the snowstorm
    To my new work
(Diverting from your norm,
    Ending my murk),
You were a kind fellow;
    So, from my flat
(The walk home was mellow),
    More thanks for that.

(C) David Franks 2003