LET THE TRAIN TAKE THE STRAIN

 

HERE I SIT PEN IN HAND

WAITING FOR MY TRAIN AS PLANNED

I SEE THE SIGNALS GO UP AND DOWN

BUT STILL I HEAR NO SOUND

 

THE STATION TANNOY CRACKLES INTO LIFE

THE NEXT TRAIN ON PLATFORM ONE

CALLS AT LONDON,CARLISLE AND EASTFIFE.

 

UP I GET AND BOARD MY TRAIN

FIND A SEAT AND LET IT TAKE THE STRAIN

NO MORE MOTORWAY OR TRAFFIC JAM

JUST SIT BACK AND DON’T GIVE A DAMN.

 

A SHRILL OF WHISTLE

A WAVE OF FLAG

CLUNK OF WHEELS

CLANK OF SOUND

AS THE TRAIN MOVES THE USUAL SOUNDS

DOWN THE TRACK WE BEGIN TO MOVE

WHEN IT SPEEDS UP IT WILL BE SMOOTH

 

LOOK AT THE FIELDS ALL NICE AND GREEN

SOME WITH SIGHTS I’VE NEVER SEEN

COWS AND SHEEP GRAZE AWAY

DEER AND FOX DARTS AWAY

BIRDS FLY PAST ON THERE WAY

I WONDER WHERE THEY STAY

 

A QUICK CUP OF TEA FROM THE BUFFET

A QUICK READ OF THE NEWS PAPER ON MY KNEE

NOTHING INTERESTING IN THERE FOR ME TO SEE

 

FOLD THE PAPER UP NICE AND NEAT

RETURN TO MY COMFORTING SEAT

 

REGAZE OUT THE WINDOW AND TO MY GLEE

I’VE REACHED MY POINT OF DESTINY

 

by Robert Painton