April 13th, 2026Local Lines
Local Lines
rumble
cocooned in your car a thunder
of bikers starts to pass
each engine amplifies
the quiet in your cabin
are there more ahead now than behind
still they come
you are mid-rumble
the wave is not breaking
on it surges
towards trentham
– Bill Wootton
Bill is a slow lane sort of driver whose knowledge of motorbikery is restricted to reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance many years ago. This is not Bill in the photo.
Local Lines features poetry by locals about local and any other matters.
Please submit poems to Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com
