When I was young and probably foolish, I had a marvellous adventure hitichhiking with my first long term boyfriend. You can read about it in detail here. It was a wonderful memory to take forward and an experience which also helped me write this story about a long distance lorry driver who just happens to be a bigamist – based on my adopted father, actually.
I have already added the hitchhiking memoir to Wicked Wednesday before, so thought I’d write a short poem about the experience for this week’s prompt. I can’t say it’s my best poem – but I had fun writing it 🙂
3000 miles with hope in our hearts…
We hiked for 3000 miles
Across Europe from Athens to London –
Learning things along the way.
Looking for places to stay.
We left Athens in a lorry
And travelled through Greece –
Over the communist Yugoslavia borderline
fingers crossed that all would be fine
We stayed with a family in Belgrade
And marvelled at the clean streets –
Then before the curfew we took flight
safely in separate beds by midnight
On to Northern Italy for a day or two
We found a cheap room in Trieste –
Taking time out to visit the gondola city
it was springtime, so it looked and smelled pretty
On our way to Innsbrook in Austria
We hitched in a VW camper van –
The guys driving were sexy & ultra cool
I couldn’t help but flirt like a fool
They invited us to visit them in Munich
their flat had a bright green door –
They took us out to a nightclub
and to drink beer in a German pub
We stayed for nearly a week
Then found a ride through Belgium –
Finally, arriving to catch a ferry
feeling rather clever and merry
Our final stretch was from Dover
To a place called Sidcup in Kent –
We’d had a great time hitchhiking
now it was back to Sunday afternoon biking!
Header Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay
It’s probably not stupidity. Just everything has its time. And all’s well that ends well.
And the verse turned out to be quite good and even informative.
It was a wonderful time. You don’t have to go on that journey now. But at least there is something to remember.
Great poem, May, and I can see why you had fun writing it 🙂
~ Marie xox
Fun and fact filled May – you can turn your hand to anything
nicely done