Roll on Road

ROLL ON ROAD.

I am long. I am straight. Sometimes I wind; at times I am smooth, at times rough. I come in different shades of grey. At places I am narrow and then I widen. Who am I? My ancestors were uncivilized and not as stylish. My cousins of the 19th century were like babes in the woods…they could take cars no faster than 3kms per hour! The same cannot be said of me! Mostly, I am as nice as can be. I am a road.

I am never ending. I go up steep mountains and come down to smooth plains. I am very useful for without me you couldn’t go anywhere! I am fairly important to communication and trade. I am witness to important parades and fun-filled carnivals. Without me there would be no comfort of cars as where would they move on?! Just imagine, there would be no road trips, no caravans, no fast food vans… I could go on and on.

I take people to all corners of the world and delight them in my various forms. My cousin in Germany is called the ‘Autobahn’. I am told by my mother that it is a superfast highway 12,800 kms long which takes five to six lanes of automobiles at a speed limit of 130Kms, one way. I am quite proud and awed by this.

Another cousin lives alongside the Grand Canyon in USA. It takes tourists on a wonder trip to see the natural beauty of the canyon eroded by the River Colorado. That, I am made to understand, is one of the world’s most scenic addresses! Lucky!

A close friend in Australia winds its way along dusty environments to reach the Ayers’ Rock and feels special when it hears the sigh of visitors who see the red sandstone rock glowing in the golden sunset. It then weaves its way to the grasslands of the Murray Darling basin and through the sheep stations where the fleece is so famous to and curves up the mountains of the Great Dividing Range to slip down to the Coral reef.

I would like to meet up with my royal cousins in London – The Mall, Birdcage Walk, and Spur Road as they take the Queen to her various activities. They must be very smart...