The Track

There’s no more railway

here any more.

Never will it be back

that’s for sure.

It’s very pleasant there

a gentle pace.

of this you are aware

no need to race.

Nature is all around

you feel at ease.

With very little sound

but swaying trees.

In summer and the spring

creatures scurry.

You can hear the birds sing

so why hurry.

People walking their pets

there are runners to.

sometimes even high jets.

pass over you.

You feel good on this trail

no traffic near.

Riding over packed shale

where the airs clear.

The steam trains won’t be back

ghosts of the past.

A long the cycling track

shadows are cast.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Advertisement