Train

Gliding by all rattly

The scenery is loud -

Quiet are the fields,

They seem, yet

T’truth is they are riot!

Colour floods from every

Side, winding up the river.

Towers fall like heavy stones,

Windy rain and weather.

Even in the summer sun

The sunny cricket’s chide

The day. Wrapped in winter’s

Snow, the walls are draped

With hollowed springs.

Rattling up against the tapping

Glass of Window, my head is resting,

Lulled to sleep, by the passing of

Sheep’s meadow.