<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The trip back</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky is grey<br>with ominous clouds<br>that whirls and churns<br>and there’s thick fog<br>hanging like a cloak<br>low over the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The visor of my helmet<br>is immediately covered<br>by the impact<br>of fine drops of rain<br>and I open it<br>to be able to see<br>where I am travelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At places I have to leave the road<br>to clean the lenses<br>of my glasses<br>and then the motorbike<br>again roars with power under me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but I have only gone a small distance<br>when the cars come to a halt<br>and I have to twist through them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty kilometres further<br>I come upon the accident<br>that is blocking the freeway<br>just where I have to turn off<br>to Benoni<br>and blue and red lights<br>flash through<br>the fumes of mist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turn the throttle open<br>but at places<br>the fog banks still hangs low<br>and mini buss taxis, busses and cars<br>appear like ghosts in front of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At a place a stream flows<br>strong like a river over the road<br>and although I lift my feet<br>and open the throttle more<br>to give power to the motorbike</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a four by four<br>passes over the middle line<br>and throws a wall of water<br>right over me<br>and if I can get hold of that lunatic<br>he will surely know it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The helmet, black leather jacket<br>and backpack<br>stops the water, <br>but my jean<br>and shoes are soaking wet<br>and the motorbike eats the road<br>and somewhat frozen<br>I drive to get to home, <br>as if Springs <br>is just behind the next hillock</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399760" data-title="The trip back de Gert Strydom" data-description="The sky is grey with ominous clouds that whirls and churns and there’s thick fog hanging like a cloak low over the earth. The visor of my helmet is immediately covered by the impact of fine drops of rain and I open it to be able to see where I ..."></div> </div> </div>

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