Menu
--chosen-work--
Terminus
Poplars at a riverside heave in the breeze
green leaves pale leaves slanting willow trees
old village station quiet in the sun
heavy with spring lilac overhung
Green corn carpeting a valley rising
hedgerows parting paths to the horizon
rapeseed yellow the hillside over
few lush meadows with their cows and clover
Seagulls in a stockyard
rising as we pass
tractors on low-loaders
tyres in the grass
Rusting cranes and dirty locks
slick waterways we ease across
the final bridge is taken
and the dream is broken
Crowds now stir with expectation
meeting visitors and friends
getting on as we make room
business reps with phones and cases
on to head for office, bureau
on to keep their own agenda
catching flights to distant places
never more to meet again
Way across the bustling station
vagrant buddleia soon to bloom