Intro to Poetry – Day Four – Journey
East Stratford Taranaki NZ.
Journey I will never travel again
Visiting a relation twenty years ago.
A road so narrow and slippery
No car coming the other way could past.
Nerves shattered
Holding on to faith
Eyes closed
Begging to let me walk
No way would I be returning
On that mountain track
With no sight of land below
The banks that looked like hell
Who would live
In this beautiful valley
Where nature is still intact
With only a mountain track.
This is a true story, I just have to add that we did get to our destination, to find out that there was a perfect road coming in from the opposite direction, so needless to say I was so happy, no way was I going to travel that track ago, they would have had to get a helicopter in to take me out.
Hahaaaa… Chuckling to myself – Isn’t it strange how we laugh at someone else’s misfortune.. As I was reading, I was thinking of the road leading down to the Jenolan Caves in NSW. That gave me a very similar sensation. The day was overcast and gloomy. The road slippery, narrow and wet… Arrgghhh.. 🙂
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