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:  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.

◄ El condor no pasa.

Half-price book! ►


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