Music From a Stop Go Girl

Away with work 
Up Kaitaia way
I’d driven for miles
I’d driven all day.

In a beautiful place
I was feeling alone
So great was the distance
Between me and my home.

I came round a corner
To see works on the road
What gave me the grin
Was a sight to behold.

A stop go lady
She was dancing and moving 
Jiggling the booty 
Twirling and grooving

Funky and crazy
Not a care in the world
As I unwound the window
A smile she unfurled.

A gap toothed grin
From a proud Maori face
I told her she’d struck me
By her style and her grace.

“Bro it’s OK, 
It’s easy to me
When I’m out in the open
Feeling so free

Some think I’m crazy 
But I don’t really care
They don’t know my story
The music, only I hear.”

Then she boogied me through
As I beamed and I waved
A new rule for my future
On that day she paved.

4th October 2015
* Based on a true story
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Laurie Avatar
October 5, 2015 at 7:31 PM
G'day Mark... you would think that job would bore people to death in hot sun or driving rain, but with all jobs, there are those who happily enjoy doing it, and with more than a smile... a nice tale Mark - Lindsay
Godwin Avatar
October 4, 2015 at 6:56 PM
OK, 'stop go girl' - is that where you pay toll for using the road? I have never heard it. Whatever is is, I want some of what she'd taken. Kidding. I love the carefree tone of the poem and rhyme that so well compliment her 'tone.' An enjoyable read, Mark ... CayCay
Woods    Avatar
October 4, 2015 at 7:08 PM
Down south buying Bulls today so please excuse the fat fingers on the cell phone. At road works here in the "hicks" there is normally (the pc term) traffic management coordinators that stand at either end to direct the traffic through the road works. They hold a wee sign that says stop on one side and go on the other. It would be a bit boring!
Dietrich Avatar
October 4, 2015 at 1:02 PM
what a pleasant way to do the contest. I think it is also cool that you used a TRUE story!!
Woods    Avatar
October 4, 2015 at 1:13 PM
Thank you Andrea, I have seen some interesting things in life and this was one memory that sprang straight to mind when the competition was posted.
Tor Avatar
October 3, 2015 at 11:41 PM
Mark people are the spice of life. They touch us in so many ways. An aspiring dancer perhaps or just having fun just because she can. Maybe she was bored. Maybe she was craving attention, I guess it doesn't matter because at those moments it was for you to enjoy and smile. That's what it was I think, lol/ Nice write enjoyed like you this delightful woman Mark.
Woods    Avatar
October 3, 2015 at 11:57 PM
Michael I think you are right. The enjoyment was definitely in the moment, and for whatever the reason she was doing it, God bless her for being just her. A welcome change from the usual stop/go people and the odd dreary wave.
Lindley Avatar
October 3, 2015 at 9:06 PM
A GREAT POEM ON AN AMAZING SIGHT. Some people give inspiration and joy by just being themselves and openly sharing their glee. Now you have story to share and it led you to writs a great poem too! A7
Woods    Avatar
October 3, 2015 at 10:18 PM
Being yourself despite what anyone else thinks is such an important trait to have, and I've wondered if she had the same effect on anyone else.
Allison Avatar
October 3, 2015 at 4:38 PM
Oh that must have been an amazing experience mark sure made me smile:-) hugs jan xx
Woods    Avatar
October 3, 2015 at 4:48 PM
While I was up there I made a point of driving through those road works half a dozen times. Not once did I go through when she wasn't dancing. I so admired her spirit and zest for life, it certainly had an impact on me.
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