The Scotland road

[Rebecca]

Hi all,

The scotland road

I am only 18 years of age, my drive is my strength
I have braced myself for this journey I undertake
The road can be kind and the road can be lethal
I will not falter as I strive to survive

My goal is many miles away, my instinct knows the way
I am drawn like a moth to a flame, I cannot turn back
Through the dark I silently make my way
To my teenage destiny where the heart is alive

The night has long since drawn in, the world is asleep
The cold has begun to bite and my legs are tired
With grim determination, through bitter driving snow
I know I'll survive, that is my choice

This land has become the blackest night
There is no reprieve for this solitary traveller
Would that a passer-by stop to speed me along
But I am alone as the snow drifts high

I climb a hill, I see a glow ahead
I pound my feet onward and up, I will not be beaten
Driving forever onwards, till my heart would burst
I follow the light, to the brow with hope beating fast

As I reach the summit, a beautiful sight
A blaze of light only a few miles ahead
A snake of orange sparks lead the way
And I'm one town closer to my destiny

Rebecca xxx

[Jassmine(SO)]

Hi Rebecca,

WOW!!! Great poem! ##oo##

*Hugs*

[Rebecca]

Hi Jassmine,

It was your poem that set me off thinking back to my days of hitch-hiking, thankYOU for that

Love
rebecca xxx

[CJ]

Hi all,

Rebecca,

Great piece of writing! Boy, has it brought back memories of my own days on the road! Yes, there was always that sense of urgency--a delicious anticipation--when I knew that my destination was just on the other side of that hilltop. And to reach that view at night, no less! What a feeling (ooohhh, I have goosebumps just thinking about it). Thanks for sharing this, girl!

Love,
CJ

[Gelinda]

Rebecca:;

So deep an filled with meaning. So many things from my own past come to mind when reading your beautiful poem.

So many other deep thoughts from everyone that can read a poem an take away something that you never dream of, is so important how the words help others in way you cant dream of.

Gelinda

[Rebecca]

Thankyou girls,

Wev'e all been there, haven't we. It's a special place, and you know when your'e there.

I can still feel it

Love
Rebecca xxx

[Marda]

Hi Rebecca

You have taking me on a trip down "memory lane"

"Ernie" my Volkswagen friend, late Friday night, on the way (160 miles) home from university for the weekend, cold snowy winter, running out of gas, miles from anywhere, a few farmhouses in the distance across acres and acres of deep snow

Very Spooky poem ... great imagery

Love / Marda