Yeah. I caught that look matey, I’ve seen it many a time; You’re picturing me, young and carefree- All shiny, in my prime.   Yeah I’ve still got it don’t ya know. The Muck’s just dirt, not rust. Even though I’m sitting low, this engine’s full of thrust.   Are you the one who’ll take me…


Cradled highways and byways. Hedges reaching upward, to encompass all travellers. Peepholes at hill-brows. Showing paradise ahead. Glowing blue in the afternoon haze. Horizons, and the paths to them, so effortlessly laid out. Beckoning to be explored.   © Tom Tide 2016