There all three of us was, packed up ready to go
Two hours left until midnight, we are going home
Music with no words, helped our silly verse, nothing could be worse.
Even left (Sally) the sat-nav on, to see the smooth blue road on the phone
Little did we know, we be invaded by the cones
Without any warning they start directing a new zone
Before we knew it they blocked our exit, we was going wrong
It was okay Sally was rerouting, we just continued with the flow
Over an hour later we're back near our exit sign, the phone says it's all blue but the cones still have us occupied
We have no choice, the car heater doesn't work, we are lost on the M25 the only option was to return back to where we came from.
Finally we escaped took a trip through Great Windsor Park, to all unpacked back in our grandparents home, where for the first time in my 38 years neither of them would be under that same roof.
Greatful to their help even though their not here, for a place to still bring laughter and cheer.
My children won't forget them as long as I'm here, or the night we got lost but reminded by cones.
Homes is where the heart is, no matter where we roam
Once love is felt, it can never leave home
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been a crazy weekend with my fortnightly time with my kids turned into a stay back in my home town. So glad to still have somewhere to go back to but sadly it won't last for long. Have fun while you can, much peace and respect! Keep living it
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That's because there is no sweeter place than home and those traffick cones will remain for many a year to come. An essential piece of equipment used for a wide variation of things that need these mischevious cones..
Yes echoing my young voice after the pubs shut was a handy tool!
Always appreciate the cost my friend
TWO THINGS HAVE BLIGHTED MODERN LIFE
And caused us ANGST and endless STRIFE
Rerouting via TRAFFIC CONES ~ and the
FOBILE MOAN of our MOBILE PHONES !
Thanks *PD* for ~ A great parable for Sunday on Modern Life ! Thank GOD (or Mother Nature) for Parents & GParents ~ BLOOD is always thicker than water ! Thank God (or MN) for FAMILIES !
Blessings & Peace & Joy for YOU & YOURS
Yours BRIAN ~ 🧡💚🧡💚🧡
Always appreciated & greatful to mother nature!
Blood maybe thinker but if the water was gone we wouldn't even be here to find our own song.
Be water my friend
Shapeless when still
Ready to flow in a moment
All & nothing is real
Much peace and respect
So very true, home is where the heart is every moment of our lives.
The vagaries of the M25 eh?
I don't travel well my friend, thanks for always popping in!
A great inspiring story poem of family and home wow. You describe and relate in a fine splendid poetic way with great word choice. Are cones some hailstones? Kudos.
Pls pleez do review comment my newest poem too.
Bless you and I shall pop along now!
Always appreciated
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