They came out of the east Frightened the trees, so They trashed their branches In panic Seconds strung together Life beads on the string of time
Wilbur Smith
TREKKING & TRUCKING ALL OVER THE WORLD My first vehicle Was a HR With a bed inside It wasn’t for trekking
We drove it Up and down The coast But trekking? Not yet!
The first big trek Was on our honeymoon Up north To sun and sand
I remember the fan Going round and round As we pushed Just as hard as we could
Over the years Have been many treks There are some I remember Because of the truck
There were little ones Don’t remember them all They’d go fast And furious
VW in Tassie Straight into a hole As soon as we arrived Stayed the night
In NZ we found It was fun To go round To the other side
A big one was From LA to Canada
And back Cold and a squeeze most nights
Sometimes, two drivers Me to the edge
The M would hedge us back Until the time was ripe To really plant The foot And go all out To crest the hill
All round Europe
We trekked and trucked Squeezin it thru Tight arches
The best ones were When M Was ready To lead us to new roads As we get older We still love to trek By trucking together All over the world
VIETNAM LOOMS – MISC INT V
Vietnam looms Enticing Mr Cghips slowly Closes the door Chaos and stress Linger
Faces on the poles Slashed, by Freddy Friday Looming Striking a pose
One foot on the loading ramp Smashed by a global crisis Don’t panic Life will return To normal Trust me Wails the banshee
Flicker faces In Saigon Tell Freddy exposed But Not defeated
Stress sneers
Winking lights Twinkle Eyes in the sky Watching What?
Safety in security Massaged by lithium Batteries? Lost, numb Gone from reality
Curtins twitter Exposing dark lights Watching closely Monitoring Mind
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Hanoi cabs Scamper Reined by bikes Lurching hands Seeking prey
Workers in the fields Toil Till dusk, from dawn Scrapping luxuries From barren earth Hundreds, Millions of Smiling faces Bemused Weekday factories Of toil
Tourists flock To junk on junk Haloned in a bay Briefly kissed By querulous fagans
Cabins creak With the ambition To be rich Beyond the paddy dreams Within teak walls
Life follows Songlines 