Saturday, 27 August 2016

Assisted Travel

I think the picture and the poem say it all!

Assisted Travel

Suddenly I veered to the left
and the going got heavy.
The smooth tiles had not changed
but it felt like gravity had.
I was twice the weight.
Glancing around I saw my son;
gliding silently along behind me
on a penny board,
dragging a suitcase,
holding on to the back of my chair.
The assisted travel in Heathrow sucks!

John Carré Buchanan
07 August 2016


  1. Like the humour here, John, in your final two lines.

    1. Thank you Julian, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

  2. Children, who'd 'ave 'em!


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