The Ride of the Huntsman

We set off My Grandchild and I

Off in the Car on an Interesting Ride

To drop off at a Holiday Job

Then I would go for a Swim and a Shopping Opp

Lunch in a cafe after a swim then wander

Around the Town Shops

Seeking out Things on a Whim

Well we had only Reached the End of the Track

When The Huntsman emerged

And placed Herself Smack

Centre Stage on the Windscreen

Like something from a Horror Movie

Or Nightmarish Dream

Being Concerned for the Health of the Spider

I pulled the Car over

And Tried to Persuade her

To leave the Car Body and Slink into the Trees

But under the Bonnet she did Scurry and Flee

So Onward we Drove

The Huntsman appearing in odd places

As we headed on Down the Road

We stopped at some Lights

For the Roadworks and Found

Smiles and varied Horrified Faces

On the People that Passed

As the Huntsman had plastered Herself

Central Screen once again for a Lark

I know not how she Held On

60 70 80 kilometres an hour

Her Stickability was Impressive

When we finally pulled under

The Shade of a Tree

There she was Hanging On

Close by the Number Plate

Her Exciting Journey

Keen to Relate

So when We Returned

And she found herself once again

On Home Ground

She emerged from the Bonnet

And Started to Preen

Calling her Friends so she could Relate

Her Journey and Appearance

On the Big Screen

No matter the Screen was simply

Part of a Car

She Appeared There and Survived

And she travelled quite Far

100 Kilometres thereabouts she has wandered

I don’t think she will now go Far from the Car

She’ll probably choose to Live there

Now she has become a Great Star

A Star of the Big Screen

A Star of the Windscreen

The Ride of the Huntsman

Become now a Tale

To tell her Grandchildren

Of just how Very Far

A Spider can Travel

At Great Speed in a Car

About xiccafrances

I am a woman engaged in a spiral of soul evolution. I believe that for an equitable future many of us should choose to consume less and create more. Life is Art so engaging in all things artistically is my aim- from cultivating sensory gardens to music, writing, painting, cooking etc.etc. Spiral Arc is run from a small house above the Santa Clara reservoir in Southern Portugal where guests are welcome to stay and share in the vision of day to day life undertaken in a spiritually artistic and fun fashion!
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