The tyres do so slice, a path through the wake,
A trip in the car, that is not a mistake.
The tyres do now grip, we move on yet again,
To catch us a sunset, through the falling of rain.
The wipers do so slosh, to help clear the view,
Not going to go far, we know what to do.
The wipers do now clear, with a camera to hand,
To catch us a sunset, that is what we've planned.
The rain does so ease, before we have gone far,
With camera all set up, soon out of the car.
The rain does now slow, the shutter it does click,
To catch us a sunset, we have to be quick.
L Walsdorf awesome poem and a great sunset too :-)
H Mann what a wonderful poem, very descriptive