I Travel in the Slow Lane

I travel in the slow lane
To make the most of every day
And notice all the little things
That come to pass my way.

Now Brutus, my old campervan,
Travels at an old boy’s pace
And he’s taught me to appreciate
Life’s not a flat out race.

We take our time and look around
And stop and look and feel
Each place we go we get to know,
They all become more real.

Now I note the changing landscape,
I marvel at the trees,
I hear the varied birdsongs,
I feel the cooling breeze.

I used to travel in the fast lane
Always rushing everywhere,
I went to a lot of places
But saw nothing when I was there.

So now I travel in the slow lane
And life gives me so much more,
And I look at those in the fast lane
And wonder what they’re rushing for.

There are a lot of great experiences
That you’ll miss as you fly by
If you’re rushing in the fast lane
Stop and ask the question, Why?

Come and join me in the slow lane
And get to know life’s simple pleasures,
And discover sights and sounds of life
As you uncover nature’s treasures.

Rosemary Robinson
December 2013