MEN OF THE ROAD:

Let´s hear it, for the men of long winding roads,

Not for bikers, deliverers, nor truckers with loads,

Not drivers of big cars, neither of big busses or vans,

Nor for those in cabs, with sat-navs, maps & long plans.

 

Let´s hear it for all those, in fluorescent bright vests,

Beneath searing sun that bites, like hornets in nests,

Wielding pick-axes, shovels & evil glinting hot spades,

Placing cones & painting lines, where the tarmac is laid.

 

Let´s hear it for those men, of lay-byes & long by-ways,

Toiling to repair back-roads, lanes & our noisy highways,

In those places of cats-eyes, within busy traffic & fumes,

Beneath sun, rain & snow, to hum of cruel passing tunes.