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Source:
Adults
Author:
Douglas Munday
Title:
On a night train from London
The images of town and field are
wraithlike - hard to see, as the
smokestack streaming through
the night hides all the world from me.
And though I strive in restless
search to lay my weary head,
I can hear the whistle cut the air
as the firebox burns bright red.
And the miles speed by so swiftly,
as like a comet through space we fly,
with the inky night my companion in arms
as I count all the stars in the sky.
And I ponder the gift of such beauty,
unmeasured, more vast than we see,
and more questions than answers come calling
of how creation came ever to be.
And clickety-clack, and clickety-clack
on runs the invincible train ;
All arrow straight, right though the night
to take me home again.
And Oh! the sound, the rhythmic sway
as those miles spin ceaseless by,
and it seems to me the journeys done
in the blinking of an eye.
So cleave the night my winged steed,
eschew the bounds of time ;
And grant my hand the grace (and wit)
to pen a matching rhyme.
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