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May 10, 2016
Well known the path
from A to B,
where once more I
transported he
on country roads
in driving snow,
and then the bend
so many know,
to be the killer
of young and old,
as in a ditch
the story told.
Where tyre tracks
showed clear the slide,
and then the Mini
on it’s side!
So still the moment;
hearts beating fast,
wide-eyed, alighting,
and aghast.
too scared to look,
but look we did,
through shattered glass,
where snow now hid,
a picture unclear
at break of day;
A train to catch –
melting away.
Relief at finding
occupants long gone.
In measured haste
we carried on
in silence as
we’d done before;
heartache of parting
still in store.
But thoughts now
of a different kind
eclipsing what was
on our mind.
And though my heart
for him did yearn,
my thoughts now on
my safe return,
through blinding snow
of purest white;
hands gripping wheel
with all my might.
And then his call
before his flight,
re-assuring me
he was alright,
though he had found
the onward ride defeating,
as it was the mail train,
without bloody heating!
And so off he flew
for another four month spell;
our lives far from perfect,
but separation – hell.
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