Roadways

One road leads to London, one road leads to Wales
My road leads me seawards, to the white dipping sails
One road leads to the river, as it goes singing slow
My road leads to shipping, where the bronzed sailors go
Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
A road without Earth’s road dust, is the right road for me
A wet road heaving, shining, wild with seagulls' cries
A mad, salt sea-wind blowing, the salt spray in my eyes
To add more miles to the tally, of grey miles lft behind
In quest of that one bauty, I was put here to find
Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
A road without Earth’s road dust, is the right road for me
My road calls me, lures me, west, east, south and north
Most roads lead men homewards, my road leads me forth
Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
A road without Earth’s road dust, is the right road for me