1218 - Snow fun on the M62

So glad to be back home in Manchester
I’ve just undertaken the drive from hell
I nearly needed an undertaker
Myself, driving, as the driving snow fell
From Liverpool to home. The alarm bell
Rang repeatedly as I overtook
Each lorry on the motorway; each spell
Spent in the icy, snowy ‘fast’ lane looked
And felt like the end. I saw myself tucked
Not so comfortably in the barrier
Of the central reservation, the smell
Of fuel mixed with blood and sheer bad luck…
As I walked safely from the car through the
Virgin snow, I breathed deeply, long and well