The Spirit of the Road
This is the first poem in my new e-book On The Verge, which I am selling to raise money for a Black Rhino conservation project in Africa. You can buy the book for under £2 here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/317217 and it can then be downloaded onto just about any computer, smart-phone, tablet or e-reader.
The Spirit of the Road.
Everything’s got a soul you know.
The animals and birds,
the rocks, the rivers, flowers and trees,
sunshine, rain and snow.
Or “spirit”, perhaps, is a better word.
Use what word you please.
Through ages past I’ve quietly flowed
but latterly I’ve stirred
- my breath’s gone bad, my tendrils squeeze
from a multiplicity of nodes.
Wherever you go you hear my drone.
My musk’s on every breeze.
Face the fact: your lifestyle’s owed
to me, to me alone.
Hush now!..listen!..can you hear me?
The Spirit Of The Road?
I worm through fields, I bore through stone
and all wild creatures fear me.
Love me, loathe me, whatever - you’ll bear me,
because I’m in your bones.