Off Highway Ninety

As we followed Highway Ninety
with a caravan in tow
and we travelled past the mountains on our right,
we exulted with new freedom!
Heading no place, we’d just go,
like two eagles we were soaring in free flight!

But a truckie overtook us,
and he flipped a tiny stone,
and our windscreen fell apart in crazy cracks.
Then our happy mood was shattered,
and I gave a little moan.
Such a tiny thing to stop us in our tracks!

We'd been busy, and that lifestyle,
slightly frantic, was a drain.
On this trip we meant to truly re-create
little pleasures we’d lost sight of,
act like youngsters once again.
Now it seemed our special time would have to wait.

Off the highway was a village
where our windscreen could be fixed
so reluctantly we found a place to stay.
In the morning, while we waited,
with our feelings kinda mixed
we explored this little town, Moruya Bay.

All the people there were friendly
and we stayed, we settled in,
and the worries that had plagued seemed to melt.
So that stone did us a favour,
proved a loss can be a win.
when you learn to play the hand that fate has dealt.