The road leads out to the dales
To look down on a patchwork of fields
Divided up by dry stone walls
The road twists out into open country
From the market town halfway
Between the workplace and the seaside sea
The road climbs the limestone hill
How not to remember her name
How not to be moved by her fabulous smile
The road rambles down the valley
Carved out by glaciers
Quarried by ancient & modern men
The road took me away
Took me away always
From those that I loved and the others
The road goes on
On the road as with Kerouac
On the road as a way of writing
