once upon a time - The car, the music and me

The car, the music and me.

All three heading down to Galway

Calmness keeps me company, strange

when most times I'm crazy in my own mind.

It's because I'm on my own, with only

the car,the music and of course me for company

Nothing like a road trip to set your mind at rest.

Especially when you end up in a place, that

hasn't got too many people on the land.

How any ever survived this landscape defies

my imagination, but then perhaps they up and left.

Headed of too lands anew, hoping to find tranquility.

But city living is a,myth,harshness lies in many forms, cold ways and

colder people. Everyone out for themselves pushing

aside old ways and old times, rushing around making a living.

when the music, the car and me cruise through Connemara

Passing by what was habitat for locals, now rubble strewn

boulders lying discarded amid the heather and fern.

I think of Yeats phrase, Ireland a terrible beauty,

couldn't be more suited to Connemara.

Except memories will always infiltrate to seek out a

quiet place were one has, only the car, the music and peace.

The car, the music and me