Written by: Raymond Westley


"Please give me room, give me space."
Those irritable words we've heard so often
Escape the city, and the tiring rat race
Feelings of stress, at least, try to soften.

Coasting down this winding lane
It twists; it turns, oh, what a thrill
At the bridge I smile, and I change gear again
Speeding and coasting, down the hill.

It wipes the frustration from my mind
To escape the smog and noise of the city
I go to the country where people are kind
I have come alone so much the pity.

I seek a quiet room on some hill ahead
I will enjoy the sunset to end this day
I take off my clothes and fall into bed
The week forgotten, as troubles slip away.

 Feb 2003