Rolling stock metal-on-metal glides <br />Cutting a swathe through English countryside <br />Measuring relentlessly the length of our land <br />Day diminishing unspoken under God’s hand <br /> <br />We sit, facing each other but not speaking <br />Carriages grinding and dry brakes squeaking <br />Rhythmically topping sleepers set under the track <br />Sun setting quickly as the day turns it’s back <br /> <br />Porters staggering and lurching, replenishing our cups <br />Spying from the window, cables looping up, and down and up <br />All dreaming of home; the journey’s highlight <br />Viewing in fast forward, England in twilight<br /><br />Paul Gerard Reed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/train-ride-5/
