Journey

Drone of the tyres on the tarmac

sun beating through the windscreen

radio playing random songs

For mile after mile after mile

.

Stop start traffic building

destination 300 miles

are we nearly there yet  I ask myself

not for hours and hours

.

heavy dark clouds loom in the distance

fields of bright yellow rape seed

Almost there I tell myself

destination arrived journey complete

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