En Route.
Busy, Motorway M62, east.
Rushing, dashing, noisy!
Speeding.
Covering the miles then, onto
the quiet roads, speed slowed to
Leisurely.
Time to see the fields
Harvested, round bales of Wheat,
Drying.
The fields laid bare,
Breathing and resting.
Recovering.
Trees now turning to Autumn.
Colourful leaves falling.
Dormancy.
Ancient trees, half in leaf
Half, skeleton branches showing,
Dying.
Now in motor bike country
Black clad people in leathers
Racing.
For a Fish and Chip meal
Noise and bustle to Bikers Cafe,
Shattering.
The blue skies, cloud dotted,
Acres of sky in front of us.
Brightening.
Telling us we are nearing the coast.
On the horizon, we are seeing
The Sea.
We are there!
Our longed for our destination!
Journeys End.
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