Penzance train station
Waiting for the Truro train
Grey clouds overhead
Steel wheels sing on rails
There’s no more clickety-clack
On the Truro train
The broad-leaves are bare
But not the Pines and Spruces
The fields are bright green
From the viaduct
The houses look like toy-town
The train rolls on by
On the embankments
Brown dead bracken cloaks the slopes
Bright sharp yellow gorse
The hues of winter
Streaming past the train window
Cornish countryside
Redruth Camborne Hayle
The slow evening way home
Saint Erth and Penzance
Then toiling uphill
The Hospital trip over
All is well…. Now rest
Copyright © Res Burman 25th January 2019
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