traffic was bad

  

Upon a time rode bike up harrow hill

Divorced father tyke in tow

Before car, truck, huge truck expand footprint

It was possible however ludicrous 

People honk exhaust so what

Tortoise has a hut hid by trees

No rush to lazy boy frozen dinner cable

Bit by bit that creeps in

Hard work showers dividends

Car leads to truck leads to bigger truck

Hired hands more work follows 

Hands come go tyke sprouts tall drives

Now it's they who pass 

In haste right-of-way luddites or worse

The poor, under a steaming hood

As others zoom towards beach or 

Whale carcass awaiting demolition 

Read about on break

Contrivances now beckon expansion 

Shell now two- headed deliberates

Go to town

Bring it to you

Calculate costs benefits on superficial level

Ecology nice but seminar so far away

What's a million pounds of gravel 

Put it over there on the scraped hillside

What seems possible seeks advisable

Build it they will come i  say

What wrong in that

Close books on quaint, expect 

Expect what just opinion 

Soon after a gathering new people visit

Friends of friends dogs of friends 

Road dumps them at pavement end

Spill out over meadow and verdure

Dog attack sheep pregnant sheep live here

Road ends, expect that

Invite expectation get surprised

It's not some park with printed rules

It's a refuge from town 

Build it, town will visit 

Throw some cash for damage 

Exhaust rises to blot sky but not ours

Traffic was bad says traffic 

Hindsight wistfully bloviates 

NW suburbia utopia