On a sunny day, after rains galore,
we drove up and down, we drove near and far…
Some roads were of ancient soil – breeding rocks,
while others were neatly smoothed with tar.
At noon we merrily rambled to a waterfall
(hidden within cliffs of orange, brown and red)
and then, in our car, we continued on
until soon our stomachs filled with dread.
The little dip in the old scenic road
was barely large and innocent-looking indeed
with glittering waters flowing freely through
that seemed hardly deeper than a hobbit’s feet!
But there we sat, stuck like a boat
that forgot to lift its anchor to the sky,
because we could not forward (nor could we back)
no matter how hard we would desperately try!
“Do we have a signal?” the question arose
thankfully, “yes!” good fortune winked and smirked
and after a stuck-while the cavalry came
in the form of a truck, so our smiles again perked.
With a rope that was long and strong and tough
we hopefully crossed every counted finger
and then “bam!” the tyres bid farewell to the flooded dip –
although, outside, its water prints would briefly linger…
A sigh of relief (for it could have been worse)
was uttered as we turned back to from whence we came,
when another traveller speedily arrived on the scene
and without missing a beat, got stuck the very same!