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Waiting for the Train
The railway track crunched its way
along the silent valley bottom
serpentine steel bars red with rust
told of years unused, unloved
The promise of holidays tons of coal
not fulfilled for thirty years.
Platforms, once a bedlam of happy children
home for dandelion and burdock,
creaking eaves invaded by swallows
who harvest flies, mosquito too
which miss bare arms and necks,on a day like this,
waiting for the train.
along the silent valley bottom
serpentine steel bars red with rust
told of years unused, unloved
The promise of holidays tons of coal
not fulfilled for thirty years.
Platforms, once a bedlam of happy children
home for dandelion and burdock,
creaking eaves invaded by swallows
who harvest flies, mosquito too
which miss bare arms and necks,on a day like this,
waiting for the train.
Published 12th Jun 2018
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Anonymous
12th Jun 2018 1:40pm
There's a desolate and lonely feel to this that brings it all onto view. I'm there amongst the dandelions and silent echoes.
...Willow
...Willow
12th Jun 2018 1:46pm
This one came to me suddenly this morning, I am pleased you see it the way I saw it. Thank you Willow.
12th Jun 2018 8:56pm
Ooh... little shivers... but, you have also set a beautiful scene.
... and best of all, the place has been adopted by the swallows and the wildflowers.
I can think of many a worse way to go. Ely
... and best of all, the place has been adopted by the swallows and the wildflowers.
I can think of many a worse way to go. Ely
12th Jun 2018 9:36pm
You are right Ely .I know derelict sites where wild life flourishes yet gardeners keep gardens tidy clearing the very plants they call weeds which flower free of charge any without any care care from us...... apart from minding our own business
