On the RoadA Poem by HarleyQuinnWhen I was younger my father and I would drive all over South Africa in his Isuzu.
Bumping along the empty road
Potholes like scars on a pockmarked cheek. The smell of dust and hot pleather hangs in the air In our single cab bakkie with the bench seat. Laughing about nothing and everything at once Like teenage girls, Giggling about our faraway cares. Gossiping like bored ou tannies, Or just sitting together in tranquil silence Enjoying eachothers company. We're on our way to the crocodile farm, Or Sodwana Bay to drift along the rainbow coloured streams. Or St. Lucia for the endless pure white stretches of sand And memories of ashes scattered in the wind. It doesn't matter where we go, This is the part I love. AC/DC and Motorhead Telling stories of when you were young. Stopping for coke and a garage pie. This is the part I love. © 2014 HarleyQuinnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHarleyQuinnSouth AfricaAboutHi there:) You can call me Harley. I'm a long time reader and a pretty novice writer. I started out with an account on DeepUnderground but I prefer writing prose. Here I am! You can pull me apart all.. more..Writing
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