Menolyricaly; a walk around

This place lived is generally grey;

Thus, when Sun visits,

Important to get out,

Grab the day.

Which one does and wandering long

Take the back road

Avoiding Main for a

Quieter way.

It's hot, it's still, and bees are busy

In gardens passed;

Two men ahead discuss

Loud and brash

The merits of the car with them.

"Aye she gangs weel,

Ye'd never hae kent she'd

Had a crash!"

"Och aye, but at least ye'r still on road,

Mine's just a heap,

just a wreck which would fit

In a sack…"

He taps his nose as I pass by

O-bliv-i-ous

To the wandering ear

At his back;

"but ah've a mate, crack mechanic,

He'll set it right...

An' the polis,  they are loose**

So look oot

Coz at the end o' next month, yeah,

I get it back,

My licence, y'ken, so ah'll

Be aboot!"

My wandering continuing

Take a turn right

Down by the burn, under trees

In the cool

Who'd've thunk it , the need for shade?!

But Sun brings smiles

From folk met, including

The town fool,

Wee Mikey waves to the traffic

Who toot their horns.

His plastic bobby's hat

Draws all eyes.

I leave him behind, cross the road,

Climb up John's Hill

Complete the loop to home

Down the rise.

 © Yamini Ali MacLean 2017

**"loose" in the context of the 'discussion' indicated that the police are considered inept and would miss the fact that unworthy cars and drivers 'under the influence' were 'oot and aboot'!!!