There isn’t a quick route to the south-west,
M4 and M5 is what’s quickest, so is it the best?
I do not think so, because the M4,
Is fast and it’s furious – it’s also a bore,
And it seems like Via Michelin agrees with me,
They say the best route is the A303.
It snakes through the country, it isn’t direct,
It’ll challenge your patience, your intellect,
At times it will narrow to one lane each way,
And you’re left in a queue for most of a day,
But catch it on days when the traffic’s sublime,
And you’ll reach your destination in the shortest of time,
For example, you travel on a Christmas Day,
And a four hour journey is 2 hours each way.
If your reason deserts you, your patience is spent,
You’ll catch sight of Stonehenge on a long, slow descent,
And your courage returns and your vigour renews,
The journey is then one that you feel you would choose,
So, traveling westward? I think you’ll agree,
The only way there is the A303!
A303
16 Tuesday Jul 2013
Posted in poetry
I must fully agree! I love the A303! Your writing is so clever! Let’s hope the internet stores it all forever! xxx
Thank you!
I don’t know how the roads area anymore, but they must be special to have a poem written about them. A number of years ago I took a tour bus to Bath and we stopped at Stonehenge. But when one is on Holiday, time is not all that important. I don’t remember how long ago that was, but at the time, we were allowed to walk through Stonehenge, so it must have been about 40 years ago??
I guess so William! You can’t any more, sadly!
Sometimes, you just have to get there- NOW
True!
Slightly familiar with the M-4 and M-5. Clever poem. I think what I’m hearing is that an interesting ride is better than a quick arrival (when time does ALLOW).
That’s just about spot on!