Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Not a poem from the train

Avid readers, if any there are
Will know this situation well
I'm aboard a train heading north
And normally here I'd tell

Something of the journey
Or the people surrounding me
Tapped out in rhyming verses
By your good friend Mr Three

But today's a little different
And I'm not quite sure why
Find myself watching grassy fields 
And clouds racing by 

No need for rhyming dictionary
Or rattling my brain for words
So I'm watching the sunlight
Bounce off the wings of birds

The carriage is empty anyway
I'm alone in my disbelief
But pulling in to Derby now
Might bring some light relief

Alas, nothing to report at all
In solitude I happily remain
Might start on my lunch, yes
That'll make me smile again

And that must be a record
Didn't eat my lunch for an hour or so
Barely lasts ten minutes in the office
Can't help being hungry you know

Hello overcast Chesterfield
What will you bring to my view
People, beards, but little more
Ah well, bid enthusiasm adieu

And that's the crux, I guess
Enthusiasm gone astray
Meh in my very mehness
It's all I can do and say

The words will flow on the return trip
I'm sure you'll find
May be now I'm just taking
A holiday from my mind