I really miss the Haughley Bends

I really miss the Haughley Bends

( ‘defied space-time continuum’ )

And other parts of A1(M)

that weren’t quite (M) enough to come

or go. They didn’t lead to Rome

and half the time I have to say

they didn’t even take me home

but gave my mind a place to play.

The ‘new bit’ is new bitter sweet,

it’s so M6 toll, toiled in soil:

the grass waits for some other feet;

new labour taken off the boil.

I used to chat with dad, in fact

while ferried up past Pontefract.