From Petrol and Diesel, to Hybrid, to Electric only, plug-in or self charging?

forget it!

I've switched over to good old Shanks's Pony!

 

A proud discoverer of the fact that, I can, even at my age,

and, in my present condition, can still walk between milestones,

quicker, than a slow moving motorway grid-locked, or roadworks halted car. 

 

Here I am, with all the time in the retirement world  

to stop, and stand, and stare, having remembered to bring my best glasses.

 

When passing, then stopping, to sit awhile, park benched nearby,

watching a young picnicing couple, lying cruciformed flat on their backs

 

A slim, pale Sun haired girl, and a bootleg type of hippy guy,

who, my listening tells me, could be, or is a poet.

 

I watch him, ears at the ready, as he continues book diving

hooking up inspirational lines, that he relays to the girl,

fortunately for me that they are within my hearing range

lines wow weighted with potentiality, that I like very much!

 

Lacking attention, their dog needs them to play ball,

and, is lovingly appeased with five minutes interaction,

and, what looks like being, a juicy marrow rich bone.

 

The stubby verdurous carpet, on which they have been resting,

is still wetly darkened, with overight rain, but has dried out,

in a lighter likeness, of their body shapes, after they have risen.

 

Still the dirty mattress clouds continue to threaten,

dropping teardrop sprinklings, onto the faces of here and there small pools

previously formed, hinting, that it may soon return.

 

While far away, just below the horizon line, 

a twosome of yachts, perform a slow, rising, and falling dance,

according to the adagio movements of the waves.

 

At the waters edge, a youth, is searching through the pebbles and flotsam.

He replies to my ' looking for anything in particular ' call

'Jet! ' he shouts back

my ' good luck ' response, leaves him in peace

and I wondering, if he will be successful enough, to swell his account

by putting smiles, on the faces, of Ebay buyers.

 

It is at that moment, the undeciding dingy clouds

make their  decision, one, I do not like!

one, that instigates my running hell for leather to a convenient bus stop!

imagining as I do, my car, having a silent, electric laugh,

at my expense!

 

But!

milestones, I will return!