On the Road
One of Evergreen’s eager scribes is Sue Gerrard, from St. Helens in Lancashire, and she wanted to share this wonderful poem, which she penned in the style of Tennyson’s epic “The Charge of the Light Brigade”. She admits that she decided to send it in after seeing the item “Drive On — If You Dare!”, which we featured in the spring 2017 “Scrapbook”.
The Charge of the Car Brigade
Half an inch, half an inch, Half an inch onward, All into the traffic jam Rode the six hundred. Forward the car brigade! Oh not again they prayed: All into the traffic jam Drove the six hundred.
Forward the car brigade! Was there a driver dismayed? Even though passengers knew Someone had blundered: Their’s not to rant and cry, Their’s not to reason why, Their’s but to sit and sigh: Into the traffic jam Drove the six hundred.
Cars to the right of them, Cars to the left of them, Cars in front them Stuttered and shunted: No use the traffic news, Only serves to confuse, Into the jaws of chaos, Into the hell of queues Drove the six hundred.