Follow the Donkey

We went to Cornwall, Tramore, the seaside, Swindon, London, Kingston, Paris, even Minden in Germany. We went with the troops, our family and friends, our boyfriends, children, dogs. We saw fields, sun, houses, rain, cows and horses, the river and sometimes the sea. We read, sometimes we’d eat, snooze, play cards, read the paper. We heard the clickety-clack and whistle, people talking. We could small them too, their perfume and smoke. We felt comfortable, though a draught when the door opened. We felt impatient and excited, sick and uncomfortable. Are we going to crash? Where are we going? Are we there yet? How long will it take?