The London Train

        
The train drew in the station      
waited for the fares      
shiny new and grey.      
Four million quid at least.     
Half a dozen got on board      
four minutes he was off      
to Marylebone I'm told      
and other stops between.      
Adventure? On a holiday?      
or simply going home?      
Some will sit in seats      
more comfort than at home      
and doze or dream or both      
and let the fields go by      
before the setting sun.      
I lean upon the red brick wall      
pleased for them who take the ride      
I'll go along myself some day  
and watch the fields go by.