The stunted, bushy growth
Covered the hills
Like a dirty rug belonging to some
The road ahead streaked for miles, the
White dividing lines
A fainter shade from too much sun
Oblivious to this
Simon and Garfunkle sing their tunes
To a horizon lacking flavour
Eyes closed, you
Lay there, on my lap unmoving
At top speed, completely serene.
Your peace derived
From my watchful eye, you knew!
Under the bridge
Your water remained untroubled.
Chest relaxed, even, constant
To potential canine intrusions
I knew then
As the dog winked his approval.